Christopher Dinsdale's Historical Adventures 4-Book Bundle. Christopher Dinsdale

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      “Were you out here on your vision quest?” asked Jesse, trying to sound calm.

      “Yes,” he answered, his eyes unblinking and cold. “It is my time of passage into adulthood. I was waiting for my sign, my guardian spirit, to come to me.”

      “Well,” said Jesse, raising his head to look as majestic as possible, “That's me. I'm your guardian spirit.”

      “You?” he cried in disbelief. “You cannot be my spirit. How can a spirit so destructive be sent to look over me? You are trying to trick me!”

      “Wait! Your grandfather has it all wrong about me.”

      “I don't believe you,” he growled.

      “Just listen for a second,” said Jesse, thinking as quickly as he could. “Well…you know that female deer I rescued from your grandfather's pen?”

      Jesse waited for a response. The hunter only squeezed his knife and took a step closer. Jesse gulped and again backed up.

      “That deer was, uh, was very…very…sick. Yes, sick! If your people had eaten her, they would have had stomach cramps, been throwing up…It would not have been a pleasant sight, let me tell you. So I was sent by the Great Spirit to release the sick deer before your people made a terrible mistake by capturing and eating her.”

      The knife lowered a fraction of an inch. “So the Great Spirit sent you to protect us?”

      “Yes!” Jesse breathed, with a sigh of relief. “Exactly!”

      “Couldn't the Great Spirit simply have kept her away from the hunt in the first place?”

      Jesse looked up. “It is not my place to question the Great Spirit.”

      “That is true,” the hunter muttered. “Forgive me, Great Spirit.”

      “Me, too,” Jesse whispered quietly.

      The hunter looked back at Jesse. “So you were only protecting my people. And now you have returned to look after me?”

      “Yes.”

      Jesse wondered if he was digging himself in even deeper. Who was he to tell this young man that he was a guardian spirit? And the line about the Great Spirit sending him to save the hunter's people from Tayna? But on the other hand, who is to say that this whole situation wasn't created by the Great Spirit in the first place? Perhaps he was supposed to be a guardian spirit. It would make about as much sense as everything else that had happened so far.

      The one thing Jesse was sure of, however, was that this was all happening within a dream. The hunting knife pointing at his chest, however, looked very real. He remembered hearing that if you were killed in your dream, then you would also die in real life. Realizing the situation he was now in, he hoped that the saying was dead wrong.

      Slowly, a look of horror crossed the young man's face. He dropped the knife onto the mossy carpet and collapsed, face first before Jesse's hooves.

      “Forgive me, animal spirit! I did not mean to insult you with my reckless display of bravery. You have come from the Great Spirit to protect me and in return, I have insulted and attacked you. Please, do not be angry with me or my people. I ask for your forgiveness!”

      Looking at the young man in front of him, Jesse felt his shoulders slump. Just moments ago, he was a fierce warrior ready to fight to the death with a powerful spiritual being. Now he was humbling himself in the dirt. Jesse was only a kid himself. This did not feel right at all.

      “What's your name?” Jesse asked, softly.

      “Iondaee,” he replied, not looking up.

      “Stand up, Iondaee,” commanded Jesse, in his deepest voice. “You are a brave warrior. You faced me without hesitation, knife in hand. You have passed the test!”

      Iondaee slowly raised his head, unsure of what he had just heard. “Test?”

      Jesse felt a glimmer of hope. “Yes, a test. A test of courage. You were magnificent, by the way. Now, stand up and look at me like the brave warrior I know you are.”

      Iondaee gave a half-smile, rose to his feet and lowered his head reverently. “Thank you for forgiving me, great deer spirit. You called me a warrior. Does that mean I am now ready to replace my father in the band council?”

      Jesse was confused. “Replace your father?”

      “Yes, surely you know about the great sickness of our people and the death of my father.”

      Jesse moved uncomfortably. “Since escaping from your deer pen I…I have been travelling the world, helping others like you. I have only just returned to your area. Please, tell me what has happened while I was away.”

      The hunter knelt down on the ground, the weight of his inner thoughts rounding his shoulders. “It has been a terrible fifteen years, great spirit. Much sadness has come to our people.”

      Jesse lay down beside him. “What has happened?”

      Iondaee picked up the knife and drew a map in the ground. “The white men, the French, came to live in the land of the Wendat five years after your escape from the pen. They brought us wonderful gifts of metal, such as this hunting blade. They wanted to trade with us. In exchange for furs, they would give us even more goods made from metal such as pots, tools and nails. Some neighbouring nations became envious of our growing wealth from trade with the French.”

      “Hold it. I'm confused,” said Jesse. “Despite the other nations having a tinge of jealousy, it sounds like your people had a good life. Why the sadness?”

      Iondaee looked away, his eyes misting. “The wealth has come at a terrible price. Since our first meeting with the French, a great sickness has ravaged our people. Many have died, mostly the young and old, including all of our elders. The dead also included my mother and father.”

      “I'm sorry,” said Jesse.

      Iondaee looked at him strangely. “They are now with you and the other spirits of your world. Why are you sorry?”

      “I…I'm sorry that they are no longer here to guide you,” answered Jesse, flustered, not yet understanding the spiritual world to which he made himself a member. “Without your elders, how did your people manage to survive?”

      “The survivors attempted to follow our customs and traditions as best as we could. But soon after the sickness began, the black robes, the leaders of the white man's God, came to our villages. They told us that my people had been stricken with sickness for not following the commandments of the white man's God. They said that the answer to our desperate situation was to live in their ways and to follow their direction. If we did as the black robes directed, then their God would protect us from further sickness.”

      Jesse frowned. “What kind of directions did they give you?”

      Iondaee's eyes narrowed. “To throw away our beliefs, our culture. They don't believe in the Sacred Circle, that all things in this world are sacred and interconnected. They tell us that humans have been given this world and that all living creatures СКАЧАТЬ