Tribe: The Red Hand (Tribe Series Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
He offered Kes a gap-toothed smile. “You did well.” She smiled nervously in return, but said nothing. He had changed into a long robe the color of fresh blood, and was carrying a wooden tray loaded with stoneware cups. Red smears covered the wide mouths of some. A few of the others held arrays of wooden tool handles of all different lengths. Kestrel fixated on those handles, all spotted with red fingerprints. “Will it hurt?” The old warrior set his tray down on the end of the bench, and then picked up the smallest, cleanest looking cup. “After a few sips of seeker’s tea, you’ll not feel any pain.” He held it out to her, his movements precise, solemn. “Drink, young Kes, and learn the will of the Ancestors.” When Kestrel took the cup, she realized that her embarrassment had faded. That was not to say she was comfortable being undressed in front of so many, let alone One-Ear Tom, but her bare skin seemed less important than it had before. The ceremony had nothing to do with desires of the flesh.
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