Part III

"At least we can't blame your ugliness on your mother," howled Dehn.
"She was a fine
looking woman, so I don't know what happened to you Te."

Keepness laughed along with the rest of the men as they told their
stories and insulted
one another as they always had during their gatherings. The majority of
the family heads
had assembled now in the barn outside of Keepness' house. Too soon for
Keepness, they
would be discussing the battle ahead. He watched the men be themselves
as they always
were and wondered how many shared his fear that this would be the last
day they would
have of laughter together.

The memories of Emisa came flooding back with that thought and Keepness
felt a lump in
his throat; in one day all of it was gone so hastily, so unexpected.
Keepness could see
his brother's face laughing and being annoying as always and yet when he
scanned the
barn, he did not see it as he knew he should. The thought of Emisa
turned from sadness
for his brother to anger at the Garouian army; the source of all his
pain. Keepness
quickly forgot his laughter and abruptly said to Tetahk, "Perhaps it is
time to start
the meeting."

"I have discussed our strategy over with Tetahk and some of the other
families and
believe it would be best to have Dadehn, Amatterill, Kestyan, and Namoy
head the first
assembly. The Nuntow, Peytahk, Wesses, Acon and others shall assemble
seperately here.
Myself, Tetahk, Dehn, and Nikota shall head that group." Keepness
watched the men and
waited for any signs of disapproval. He had tried to keep the families
that would work
together the best in the same group. He had also tried to pick the men
from those
families that he knew would be able to lead the families for the heads.
He was glad
that war was not a time for the individual pride that many of the
assembled men had
always had between themselves. Much of the pride had been put away for
the good of the
families.

The men discussed the assemblies shortly and began to discuss the
co-ordination of the
men they immediately knew they would head. The division of the families
left some
questions of who would belong to which group, but Keepness knew these
details would be
worked out by the individuals.

"The Dadehn assembly will be responsible for the placement of an ambush
in the hills.
My group will go into the town and try to draw out some of the King's
army into those
hills. Another part of my group shall go to find the King's Guard in the
countryside
and fight them seperately there. The King's Guard moves in very small
groups which I am
certain we will have no trouble defeating. When this is completed, my
second group shall
return to the wood camp to protect the rest of the families. The food
can begin to be
assembled at the wood camp immediately following this meeting; so
friends let your
families know to start."

Keepness continued with the outlining of the plan and left the rest of
the meeting to
the discussion of any details that were unclear or disagreed upon.
Keepness began to
count the men in his mind as they talked amongst themselves. So many he
had grown up
with, and got in trouble with. Now it was no longer a fun game. Soon
they would head out
to battle. The thought troubled Keepness some more. He was not a
fighter. He had not in
any fights but amongst his friends his whole life. The same men that sat
in this room
with him now. How could he possibly assume he could now fight a man to
his death.

Keepness let the questions pass instead of trying to search for answers
that would make
no difference in a few short days. "I believe we are finished here
friends. The next time
we see each other shall be at the wood camp. May Girah watch over you
all until then."

Keepness walked back up to the house. He removed his bow from his room
on the wall and
began to feel the engravings on it. He began to test draw it and aim at
imaginary targets.
The draw was as strong as always and followed his aim, true to the
movement of his hands.
This was the only weapon Keepness had used to any extent. It was not a
weapon to him but a
tool to hunt. He was excellent with it and knew it would serve him well
at a distance. He
was not sure what would happen should he get too close to the Garou to
use it. A hunting
knife did not seem like much protection in the midst of a close range
fight with enemies
who would have swords and maces.

Keepness resolved that he would have to try to stay at a distance and
fight if he was to be
put to his best use. He walked back to the outside of the barn and
helped Tetahk place the
rest of the weapons in a cart to be taken to the woods. Some other men
had stayed to help
gather the weapons and transport them. They did not want to meet the
Royal Guard on the way
to the wood and lose them before they had a chance to use them.

The men finished preparing the cart and mules and they began to head
through the field
toward the wood. Walking through the field Keepness noted how unfinished
it looked. His
time away had allowed the native flowers and weeds to begin to grow
healthily. There was
no food growing for himself and him family. The grasses were lush and
long but had no
purpose. The animals had long since been moved to other families since
Keepness left.
Keepness noticed some buckets and tools still in the field from last
year. Keepness
moved away from the group for a few seconds to pick three bright yellow
dandelions that
seemed to stand together among the tools.

The mini-caravan stopped when it reached the top of the hill. He knew
Tetahk had
intentionly picked this way to travel to the wood, eventhough it was
slightly out of
the way. The other men stopped and kneeled and bowed their heads while
Keepness moved
toward the gravesites. Keepness made it as far as his wife Deandra's
grave before he
started to weep quietly. As he moved closer to the other two grave
markers he too
stopped and kneeled and began to cry more loudly. He had not been up
here since he had
left to the Isles. It was only here that he realized that his wife was
not just out
visiting friends as she always had; that the door to the house would not
open with her
warm smile falling on him accompanied by laughter about the neighbor's
wives' newest
adventures. In his mind, Keepness would see Emisa walk in behind her;
laughing and
goating his sister-in-law as he always had with his youthful enthusiasm.
Emisa would
have tales of the new girl in town who just started working in the
travelling market.
There was always a "new" one, Keepness knew. There would be some new
goods in his wife's
basket that had never been in the country before; brought in by the
"new" merchant girl,
no doubt. Keepness would try the goods and wonder to himself how they
differed from the
regular purchases but only smile at his young wife and encourage her
bold bargaining.
Keepness stood and placed his dandelions on the grave markers; one on
each of the three
fresh markers. He stopped at Emisa's grave and kneeled and whispered one
last goodbye
before continuing on to the wood. "Thank you Mice boy, for travelling
with Deandra home
to the Great Provider. You take her to the market there while I am away
and show her all
the new goods. When the time comes, I will meet you both there."


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