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Writer's pictureMark Sanders

Chapter 12: Dance

Blogtober 2020 Day 12 Entry

Meadow came back to the tent some indeterminate time later; both boys had lost all sense of time since their capture.

“Follow me,” she said. “Don’t say anything until we get to my father.”

They nodded and followed her outside. It was dark, and the sky was alive with the lights of an uncountable number of stars. They heard the pounding of drums and saw the dancing glow of a fire from the direction she was leading them.

She stopped next to a tree within view of the rain dance. An enormous bonfire lit up the entire center of the village. Most of her people were there, and her father led the dancers in a circle around the fire. The stars were beautiful, but their crops needed thick clouds and steady rain.

Phin and Murphy had never seen anything like this. They had not led lives filled with dancing. Phin marveled at the physicality of the dancers, while Murphy thought that if this was religion, it was a damn sight better than the one they ran away from.

Meadow tapped Phin on the shoulder and motioned for them to continue walking. She took them past the gathering and entered a large tent with a round base and sides that sloped up to a common point. Inside was a fire with small benches encircling the stone pit.

“Sit,” she said. “The dance will end soon. He will speak with you after.”

“What should we say?” Phin asked.

“The truth,” she said.

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