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The Settlement - Markfarmer
The Settlement - Markfarmer
The Settlement - Markfarmer
The young man’s mind comes back into the present, and
the last wisps of the memory drift through his matted
hair and dissolve in to the sulphurous atmosphere of the
Alchem’s hut.
He is concentrating on the task now, grinding at the thick
pungent paste in the bowl in front of him with a large
rounded stone. At thirteen years of age, the boy was
chosen by Davidson, to be the groups next Chem-leader.
He had shown strong instincts and a good nose for the
plants, and the rains. He instinctively knew where to find
the plants needed for the old medicines and he had
proven all those who believed in him to be right, with the
new antidote they all depended on for their sanity, that
they all needed to stay in harmony with the oneness, the
provider.
Now, with the correct use of this magical paste, this gift
from the creation around them, there had not been a
‘moving on’ in three full cycles of the seasons, and a
new, stronger harmony vibrated through them all,
bonding them closer together as a group and at the
same time aiding their own individual connection with
the ‘voices’ of the elements.
Hasan did not look up from his pupils until the very last
one had made their thanks, keeping Davidson waiting a
short time as this took place. Then, as the last Young
turned to go, Hasan raised his deep heavy eyes to meet
the Alchem’s. A moment passed between them, no
words. They turned in unison and headed out of the
clearing at a steady pace, towards the larger huts on the
western edge of the settlement.