Saw the man, is— ... Man is moving through the woods. With him a band of others, hunters all. They are clad in the skins of animals. They bear sharpened sticks, fire-hardened. Mine is tipped with stone and decorated with a tracery of lines, inscribed with the point of the flint knife which hangs from the strip of leather about my—his waist. He wears leaves in his hair, and a shining object hangs from a thong about his throat. It is a thing of power which he had brought with him from the land of spirits beneath the sea. He leads the men in the hunt, raven-haired father's father of them all. His dark eyes describe the circuit of the beast. Silent, nostrils flaring, the others walk in his track. The air bears a sometime hint of the salt and the wrack, of the not-too-distant shores of that great water, mother of us all. He raises his hand and the men come to a halt. He gestures again and they draw up on either side of him, crouching, spreading into a forward-curving arc.
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