when they returned, would be easier.
Tara desperately wanted to talk to Darius or Jolee about the Tree People. They flew too
slowly for her taste and she felt frustration grow with their ceremonial pace. She
wanted to get home so they could share their feelings and reactions to this strange, new
race.
Sorg of the Barringswood tribe had been civil. In fact, he’d welcomed them into his
humble camp as royalty. Jeth had escorted Darius and Tara, with their assistants
following, into a large white tent. Inside, they’d been offered large pillows to sit upon
and servants appeared to offer sweet-tasting wine and plates full of a variety of nuts,
and fruit similar to apples. Sorg sat at the end of the tent on a gloriously adorned
pillow. He’d stood as they entered and although tall, he was not the muscular giant that
Darius was.
The conversation had been polite and formal. Sorg told them they’d been aware of
Gothman for many winters now but hadn’t possessed the technology to reach them
until after their battle with the Lunians. Oh yes, they’d encountered the Lunians—in
fact, lost a fair number of their people to them. He shared that the war with the Lunians
went on for several winters. They’d worn them down, though.
The Tree People believed that since the Lunians had no sense of military strategies,
having had no reason to develop them while living on the moon, they fought only out
of desperation and not for the glory of victory. Sorg announced no victory could ever be
obtained if warriors weren’t trained to fight together and die for each other if needed.
The Lunians fought as many individuals and not as a nation.
Tara noticed Darius nod silently in agreement with Sorg’s words. And why
wouldn’t he? Sorg just described the basic belief of all Gothman. They were warriors
who were part of a whole.
Sorg eventually turned his attention to Tara, giving praise to the stories he’d heard
of her great warrior abilities. One of the few facts he knew of the Runner race was how
their leader defeated many great warriors in the Test of Wills.
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“I can only imagine how you obtained such information,” Tara said politely,
although she felt guarded toward this man and couldn’t say why.
Crator, shouldn’t I introduce You to as many races as possible? Her question went
unanswered as all of her questions to Crator had through the winters since the Lunian
invasion. Once, the dog-woman, a messenger from Crator, spoke to her through visions.
That had been a time of war, a time of survival and a time of growth. There had been no
confrontations since then. The River People and the Cave People swore their allegiance
to the Runners and Gothman. The Neurians in Southland had little association with
them, although no disputes had risen from that part of the world.
Gothman and Runners were incredible warriors, with a confirmed reputation of
being undefeatable. The Neurian’s technology was beyond comprehension to most
other races. Over the winters, Runners had obtained information from Neurian sites.
However, over recent winters, the Neurians had upgraded their security making it
almost impossible to link into their technology without risking serious damage to
programs. Their traps were so sneaky even Torgo had become leery of linking with
them.
Then, of course, there was the Neurian oil. Darius would not hear of begging for
trade rights. And ever since their war with the Lunians and Tara’s sister’s untimely
death, there had been little to no contact with the Neurians.
That time period was the beginning of The Waiting. The dog-woman had instigated
the beginning of the period. Tara and Darius didn’t know what they were waiting for.
And as the winters passed, thirteen of them to be exact, they had given less thought to
the matter. However, as Tara sat wondering how this Tree Person had obtained
information on them,
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