When the birds fly southCoblentz, Stanton A. (Stanton Arthur)
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When the birds fly south
Coblentz, Stanton A. (Stanton Arthur)
Afghanistan -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
In a daze, I looked up ... aware of the red and blue costume of a
tribesman of Sobul ... aware of the two large black eyes that peered
down at me half in amusement, half in sympathy. Those eyes were but the
most striking features of a striking countenance; I remembered having
already seen that high, rounded forehead, that long, slender, swarthy
face with the aquiline nose, that untrimmed luxuriant full black beard.
"Come, come, I do not like your way of walking," the man declared, with
a smile. And seeing that I was still too weak to reply, he continued,
cheerfully, with a gesture toward a thicket to our rear, "If I had not
been there gathering berries, this day might have ended sadly for you.
Shall I not take you home?"
Leaning heavily upon him while with the gentlest care he led me along
the trail, I found my way slowly back to the village.
And thus I made the acquaintance of Karem, brother of Yasma. At
the time I did not know of the relationship; but between Karem and
myself a friendship quickly developed. Even as he wound with me along
the woodland track to the village, I felt strangely drawn toward
this genial, self-possessed man; and possibly he felt a reciprocal
attraction, for he came often thereafter to inquire how I was doing;
and occasionally we had long talks, as intimate as my foreign birth
and my knowledge of Pushtu would permit. I found him not at all
unintelligent, and the possessor of knowledge that his sophisticated
brothers might have envied. He told me more than I had ever known
before about the habits of wood creatures, of wolves and squirrels,
jackals, snakes and bears; he could describe where each species
of birds had their nests, and the size and color of the eggs; he
instructed me in the lore of bees, ants and beetles, and in the ways of
the fishes in the swift-flowing streams. Later, when I had recovered my
strength, he would accompany me on day-long climbs among the mountains,
showing me the best trails and the easiest ascents--and so supplying me
with knowledge that was to prove most valuable in time to come.
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