In the shifting smoke, Jigonsaseh found Sindak standing to the left of the Bear Clan longhouse porch, speaking with his warriors. He’d lost four in the battle, and another five had been wounded. Thirty-one crowded around him, their expressions somber. Distinctive clan symbols decorated their painted capes. She could make out the wings of the Hawk Clan, bear claws for the Bear Clan, and interlocking green-and-blue rectangles for the Snipe Clan. All had mourning hair. Sindak had not yet changed out of the clothes he’d worn in the marsh. His black shirt clung wetly to his body; wet clothing made a warrior’s movements awkward, sluggish. Jigonsaseh walked up behind him, gripped CorpseEye, and in one powerful swing, struck Sindak in the backs of the knees. He landed with a grunt that knocked the breath out of him. She didn’t give him time to respond, but leaped on top of him, straddling him, with CorpseEye jammed down across his throat. Shocked cries of outrage erupted from his men. Several jerked stilettos and clubs from their belts.
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