"There's a narrow break in the cliffs way over there. When we get through that, we'll come into Korelanni." * * * * * Halfway through the narrow crevice, Don stopped and turned aside, to enter a narrow alcove that had been carved out of the rock. Hanging inside was a long tube of wood. Don rubbed his hands vigorously on the moss which grew on the rocks, then stroked the tube. A tone resonated from the chamber, growing louder as Don continued to stroke the tube. After a few seconds, an answering note of different pitch could be heard. Don nodded and stepped back into the path. "It's all right," he said. "They'll meet us at the head of the path." He smiled. "This way, we don't have someone dropping rocks on our heads." Pete looked up at the towering cliffs which almost joined overhead. "You mean they've got guards up there?" "Always," Don told him. "Day and night. Right now, they're at peace with everybody, but they never let their guard down. We'll have a reception committee waiting for us." He started striding up the steep path. At the head of the chasm, five men waited for them. In their hands, they held sticks about two feet long. At the end of each stick was a thong, with a flexible leather pad which could hold a fair sized stone. Don bowed in the direction of one of the group. "I know you, Korendwar," he said. The other bowed. "Michaels," he said. "I know you. And these?" Don looked at him, his thoughts going into overdrive. The form of address was all wrong. Always before, he had been Donald, of the clan Michaels--they abbreviated it to Michaelsdon. But what had gone wrong now? He tensed a little, then relaxed. At least, it was a friendly greeting. One does not "know" an enemy. He extended a hand toward Jasu Waern. "I bring the Waerntal, Jasu. And his son, Waernpeto," he said. The other nodded. "The men of Kor-en know the Waernu," he said noncommitally. "You want dealings with the Korental?" Don nodded. "The Waerntal would discuss clan affairs with the Korental." he said. "I but serve as guide." "It is well. You and this clansman may rest by the wells." Korendwar turned toward Jasu Waern, gesturing with his sling. "I will conduct you to the Korental, your honor." * * * * * Pete leaned against a mossy bank and watched one of the village women as she raised a clay pot from a well. "Tell me, Don, why did you push my father forward to consult with the Korental? Why didn't you go ahead and deal with him yourself? You said you knew him. Father doesn't." "That's just the point," smiled Don. "I do know him. And I know his people, and his way of thinking." He waved a hand to indicate the entire collection of huts.