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anything you wish to say, PtesanWi.”
    PtesanWi.
White Buffalo Calf Woman.
    Her scourge deepened at the obvious worship in his eyes. She snapped, “Don’t call me that.”
    “But Grandpa said you are the ancient one who gave the
chanunpa
, the sacred pipe, to the People,” he whispered. His trembling increased. “You’re our savior. You taught us the sacred rituals, and how we can connect and speak to Spirit—”
    She had always taken the long view. A very long time ago, so long ago, the time was shrouded in human legend, she had taught the First Nations how to see and connect with the spirit realm in the hope of giving them some protection from her old enemy, the Deceiver. But mostly she had taught them in the hope that they might prove useful to her one day in this interminable war.
    Now, so many centuries later, she reaped a bloody harvest from all that she had sown. She did not deserve this boy’s reverence. She deserved to be shot.
    “Overwrought fool,” she said. She grabbed his hand and slapped the small brown bottle of tincture into it. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Go tend your grandfather. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your mouth shut. If you must call me anything at all, you call me Astra. Nothing more. Do you hear?”
    “Yes Grandmother,” the boy breathed, clutching the medicine. The worship in his eyes did not dim, not by as much as a single watt. “Thank you, Grandmother.”
    Thus she watched as another noble child threw himself into her service, much as his dead uncle had. And she knew she would use this child too, if she had to, even if it killed him.
    The cabin was stifling. She went outside to let the wind slice at her.
    A day of blades.
    An invisible presence gusted into the clearing. It said,
Grandmother
.
    She closed her eyes, sighed and braced herself.
    What word do you bring me?
She asked the question as the presence had spoken, silently, in a way that no ordinary human would be capable of hearing.
    Invisible fingers plucked at her jacket, her slacks, and touched wispy tendrils of her hair.
I’ve been many places today and seen many things.
    The children of air had a mercurial curiosity for all manner of things. Existing half in the physical realm and half in the psychic realm, some were creatures of light, while others were darker and more predatory. Because their energies were often slight and subtle, they could be easily overlooked. If one took enough patience with them, they made excellent, if somewhat erratic, spies.
    They also had a tendency to flightiness. She reached for calm and exhaled gentleness and affection. The gust of breeze that curled around her warmed with pleasure.
    She said,
It has been a good day for you, hasn’t it? What about those things for which you searched?
    The breeze seemed to hesitate in its constant swirling.
    She injected a stern note in the gentleness.
I need to know what you discovered, child. There is no protection for either of us in pretending they do not exist.
    The wind spirit pulled back.
    Pain,
it admitted at last.
Pain, dreams and confusion. The dark ones hunt. They spill blood for sport as they look for the one who was lost. They are laughing and confident. They are sure they will find her soon.
    She knew of the dreams and confusion. The strength in them haunted her rest, but her lips thinned at the news of the dark hunt and the spilling of blood. She put one hand on a nearby tree and leaned on it. The tree poured its upright greening strength into her, a lavish and generous gift.
    Thank you
, she said to the tree. She stroked the bark.
    Grandmother
, the tree replied.
    She straightened. So it began again, with a blood hunt, and with a good man’s murder, and his father, a faithful friend, condemned to a slow, painful death. She had had years to prepare, yet she still felt grief and a sharp upsurge of fear and dread.
    Her distress agitated the wind spirit. It curled upon itself in jerky slashing movements.