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Atsula
had
found
the
pungh
mushrooms
—
each
with
seven
spots
,
only
a
true
holy
woman
could
find
a
seven
-
spotted
mushroom
—
and
had
picked
them
at
the
dark
of
the
moon
,
and
dried
them
on
a
string
of
deer
-
cartilage
.
Yesterday
,
before
she
slept
,
she
had
eaten
the
three
dried
mushroom
caps
.
Her
dreams
had
been
confused
and
fearful
things
,
of
bright
lights
moving
fast
,
of
rock
mountains
filled
with
lights
spearing
upward
like
icicles
.
In
the
night
she
had
woken
,
sweating
,
and
needing
to
make
water
.
She
squatted
over
the
wooden
cup
and
filled
it
with
her
urine
.
Then
she
placed
the
cup
outside
the
tent
,
in
the
snow
,
and
returned
to
sleep
.
When
she
woke
,
she
picked
the
lumps
of
ice
out
from
the
wooden
cup
,
as
her
mother
had
taught
her
,
leaving
a
darker
,
more
concentrated
liquid
behind
.
It
was
this
liquid
she
passed
around
the
skin
tent
,
first
to
Gugwei
,
then
to
Yanu
and
to
Kalanu
.
Each
of
them
took
a
large
gulp
of
the
liquid
,
then
Atsula
took
the
final
draught
.
She
swallowed
it
,
and
poured
what
was
left
on
the
ground
in
front
of
their
god
,
a
libation
to
Nunyunnini
.
They
sat
in
the
smoky
tent
,
waiting
for
their
god
to
speak
.
Outside
,
in
the
darkness
,
the
wind
wailed
and
breathed
.
Kalanu
,
the
scout
,
was
a
woman
who
dressed
and
walked
as
a
man
:
she
had
even
taken
Dalani
,
a
fourteen
-
year
-
old
maiden
,
to
be
her
wife
.
Kalanu
blinked
her
eyes
tightly
,
then
she
got
up
and
walked
over
to
the
mammoth
-
skull
.
She
pulled
the
mammoth
-
hide
cloak
over
herself
,
and
stood
so
her
head
was
inside
the
mammoth
-
skull
.
"
There
is
evil
in
the
land
,
"
said
Nunyunnini
.
"
Evil
,
such
that
if
you
stay
here
,
in
the
land
of
your
mothers
and
your
mother
’
s
mothers
,
you
shall
all
perish
.
"
The
three
listeners
grunted
.
"
Is
it
the
slavers
?
Or
the
great
wolves
?
"
asked
Gugwei
,
whose
hair
was
long
and
white
,
and
whose
face
was
as
wrinkled
as
the
gray
skin
of
a
thorn
tree
.
"
It
is
not
the
slavers
,
"
said
Nunyunnini
,
old
stone
-
hide
.
"
It
is
not
the
great
wolves
.
"
