Harry Harrison - West of Eden

“Go to her,” he shouted, the loud words drowning out his mixed feelings. “Tell her what I have told you. Any Yilanè that comes here again shall die here. Tell her that.”

“Can I not tell her that the killing is over? That there is life now, not death? That would be best.”

He signed a simple negative. “I had forgotten that you were a Daughter of Life. Go tell her, tell them all that if they had listened to you all the dead in Alpèasak would now be alive. But it is too late for peace now, Enge, even you must realize that. There is hatred and death between us, nothing more.”

“Between ustuzou and Yilanè, yes, but not between us, Kerrick.”

He started to protest. There could only be hatred. This cold creature could mean nothing to him. He should raise his spear and kill it right now. But he could not. He smiled crookedly.

“That is true, teacher. I will remember that there is at least one marag I have no desire to kill. Now go with that uruketo and do not return. I will remember you when I have forgotten all of them. Go in peace.”

“Peace to you as well, Kerrick. And peace between ustuzou and Yilanè as well.”

“No. Simple hatred and a wide ocean. As long as you stay on your side you will have your peace. Go.”

Enge slipped into the water and he leaned on his spear, drained of all emotion, and watched as she swam to the uruketo and climbed aboard. Then, as the uruketo moved out to sea he felt a great weariness pass over him.

It was over, ended, through. Alpèasak was gone and all with her.

His thoughts went to the mountains to the north, to the circle of hide tents in a bend of the river. Armun was there waiting for him. Herilak came slowly to his side and he turned to the big hunter and took him by the arms.

“It is done, Herilak. You have had your vengeance, we have all had ours. Let us take our spears and go north before winter comes.

“Let us go home.”