He of Many Teeth and Tongues
Golden-Hair, sometimes called Moon-Hair by her youngest great-granddaughter, sat at the head of her family's cook fire as it burned down to golden-red ashes. Dinner was warm in her family's belly, and smiles on their faces, as the stars shone down with their silver light. It warmed her old heart to see them so happy in these troubled times, almost lifting her spirit right out of her body and causing her cheeks to ache. The space for her oldest grandson was empty, for he had gone with that energetic Fire Defeats-Many, but she knew he would be back. The signs all said so, and the other matrons agreed, in their own ways.
With a chuckle bubbling on her tongue as she listened to her children chatter, she clapped once. Everyone went silent, even the smallest, and turned to look at her. They knew it would be the time for stories now, and that you would start as you always did. You would set the theme for the night with your story, and then your children would share their own, from oldest to youngest. You did always smile fiercely at whatever adventures the youngest got themselves into.
She took a breath, and then began to speak in her low and rhythmic croak, her hand taking up a stick adorned with bones and other rattling things to set the pace.
"We all know know the story of Clever-Hunter,"
Rattle,"He who could outsmart nine men and twenty wolves."
Rattle, rattle.
"But tonight under his star I shall tell you another story."
Rattle.
"Long ago, in the time of the ancestors of ancestors, Clever-Hunter after wedding his wife,"
Rattle, Rattle. "The beautiful Sun-Braid, went on a journey to gift her a fur for the winter."
Rattle, "For three days and three nights he searched and searched and searched, until hunger took his belly."
Rattle, thump-rattle. Her family joins her now, at the appointed time.
"There was naught to be found!"
Rattle! "Not but the little tracks, left by little cunning Rabbit."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"Clever-Hunter spoke to the Land and the Wind, for he was wise in their speech."
Rattle.
"And so he asked them 'Oh Land, oh Wind, where has the Rabbit gone?'"
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"'I have searched for three days and three nights and found naught but his tracks!' He cried."
Rattle.
"'How will I find a fur for my warm Sun-Braid if I am hungry?"
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"Wind and Land heard his plight, and so Wind leaned down and whispered in one ear, while Land rose up and rumbled in the other."
Rattle.
"'I, the Wind, will speak in your ear and tell you when to look, for Rabbit is swift and crafty.'"
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"'And I, the Land, will guide your feet so you do not get lost, for Rabbit is tricksy and cunning.'"
Rattle.
"And so it was, for a day and a night Wind whispered in Clever Hunter's ear and Land guided his way."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"On the dawn of the fifth day, Clever-Hunter found the burrow of Rabbit."
Rattle.
"Clever-Hunter could not fit down the hole, and so he went about the place, seeking the things Rabbit could not resist."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"And he gathered the tasty tubers and leaves Rabbit loved, and he crushed them up and spread them about."
Rattle.
"Hiding himself in the bole of a tree Clever-Hunter waited, patient like the trees, his spear ready to fall upon Rabbit."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"The sun was nearly gone before Rabbit, who could no longer resist, stuck out his little nose."
Rattle.
"'Sniff, sniff,' he went. 'Sniff, sniff, sniff' did his little nose go."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"Out popped his tall ears, and so Clever-Hunter became as silent as a stone, and nary a piece of him moved."
Rattle.
"Rabbit hopped out of his burrow, and he hopped here and he hopped there and he hopped all about, wary, for he was a cunning Rabbit."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"But! He was not cunning enough, for when he leaned down to sup of the leaves..."
Rattle.
Rattle, rattle, rattle, thump, thump, thump!
"Clever-Hunter sprang like Wolf, and was upon him, his spear like the Lightning!" Cheers accompanied the
rattle, thump-rattle.
"But Rabbit is swift! And so the spear like lightning could not catch him." Groans accompanied the
rattle of Golden-Hair's stick.
"Clever-Hunter was not dismayed, for he knew of Rabbit's swiftness, but also his cowardice."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"And so when Rabbit ran, Clever-Hunter was upon him, like Wolf and his prey."
Rattle.
"Away and away they ran, Clever-Hunter's spear hanging like a star in the sky."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"That dread star fortold his doom, Rabbit knew, for he could not run forever and would tire."
Rattle.
"They ran for the night, and the day, and into the night again."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"Over the hills and the rivers and the far hills and far rivers and back again."
Rattle.
"Until his doom came, and Rabbit was spit upon Clever-Hunter's spear!"
Rattle, thump-rattle. The cheers were happy, but also anticipatory.
"Clever-Hunter raised his spear, and thanked Lightning for his spear's swiftness."
Rattle.
"Clever-Hunter howled his triumph, like Wolf, and thanked him for his strength."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"Clever-Hunter raised his hand to the Wind, and thanked him for his wise words."
Rattle.
"Clever-Hunter lowered his head and kissed the Land, and thanked him for his steady hand."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"Then Clever-Hunter laid Rabbit's body over Fire and thanked Rabbit for his life."
Rattle.
"With a fully belly, Clever-Hunter climbed the steady Tree and laid his head in its boughs, and he rested."
Rattle, thump-rattle
"But he rested too long, through the day and into the night."
Rattle.
"He awoke with the breath of death on his eyes and its howl in his ears." Gasps ring in the circle,
rattle, thump-rattle.
"There beyond his tree the terrible destroyer of men loomed beyond."
Rattle.
"All that glimmered in the dark and the dust was His many evil teeth and lying tongues."
Rattle, thump-rattle, thump!
"'Fool! Fool! Fool! Lazy and indolent!' roared Wolven Dream." Golden-Hair cried, her voice thick and rumbling when speaking as Wolven Dream.
Rattle, thump-rattle!
"Clever-Hunter sprang from his tree, his strength so great that its springy boughs tossed him like Wind across the River and to the next."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"Wolven Dream howled and hollered and shook the earth with his steps, a mighty
rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle!"
"But Clever-Hunter was blessed with the swiftness of Rabbit and his own cleverness. He leapt from tree to tree and they went
rattle, thump-rattle!"
"So they ran and ran and ran, for three days and three nights, deeper and deeper into the lands of Old Bear."
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle.
"Clever-Hunter had a plan, for he knew Old Bear would be hungry and irritable."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"Wolven Dream, with his thundering passage crushing trees and disturbing the beasts."
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle.
"But Clever-Hunter was silent, and so Old Bear would be
furious at Wolven Dream for disturbing his feast."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"Crash and thunder! Leap and leap again! Deeper and deeper and deeper, until Clever-Hunter saw Old Bear's tracks."
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle!
"And so he whispered on the Wind, proudly claiming 'That you will never catch me Wolven Dream, for I am friend to all!'"
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"Wolven Dream could not
stand to be denied, and so he howled and howled in rage."
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle!
"Old Bear answered with his own deep roar, almost causing Clever-Hunter to miss his next leap."
Rattle, thump-rattle!
"'Who dares!? Who dares disturb my feast!?' The
furious Old Bear thundered from threes, his massive head rising above the trees as he gazed upon his lands."
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle.
"'I so dare Old Fool!' Howled Wolven Dream, for he was arrogant and feared not the Old Bear."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"Knowing his time was short, Clever-Hunter used the last of his strength and
leaped over three rivers and a hill."
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle.
"The Wind cushioned his fall, and the Tree hid him in its roots, where he could listen to the terrible battle between the Old Bear and Wolven Dream."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"The roaring and the thundering was fit to deafen him, and his heart was beating like
thump-thump, thump-thump!"
"This cacophony and shaking of the earth went on for another three days and three nights, growing fainter and fainter."
Rattle.
"Until all was silent, and like Rabbit, Clever-Hunter peeked out of his burrow, and beheld trees tossed hither and tither, far and wide."
Rattle, thump-rattle.
"The great Tree he hid beneath was all that stood for five rivers and two hills all around him, untouched by the spirit's passing."
Rattle.
"As Clever-Hunter beheld the destruction, Wind whispered in his ear, and pointed to him a distant glimmer." Golden-Hair's shakes of the rattle begin to slow.
Rattle.
Thump-rattle.
"Clever-Hunter walked and walked and walked, climbing over toppled trees and wading through two rivers, before he came upon a most magnificent sight."
Rattle.
"There at his feet was the Old Bear, his blood making his pelt shine like the sun."
Thump-rattle.
"'This is good! It is only slightly less beautiful than my dear wife!' Exclaimed Clever-Hunter, and so he approached to take the pelt."
Rattle.
"But the Old Bear was not truly dead, not yet, and so his breaths made Clever-Hunter freeze."
Thump-rattle.
"'Old friend, my life is over, my wounds to heavy, please take what I may give so that Wolven Dream may not take you' the great Old Bear rumbled."
Rattle.
"Clever-Hunter, being a friend to all things with his clever tongue, accepted and took from Old Bear what he would give."
Thump.
"Rolling the great pelt up and setting it astride his shoulders Clever-Hunter turned about to the setting sun and began his long journey home."
Rattle.
"But, that story will be for another time."
Golden-Hair gave her rattle one final shake as she spoke. The story rattle was then passed to her eldest daughter, her first child, and the stories continued.