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They will
be proud again, she thought fiercely, and she aimed a kick at the ram, who
jumped nimbly out of the way with a swift flick of his heels.
"May
the goddess Alos bless the hunt, eh?" shouted Olwig back to Amily.
As Olwig
said this, as she had said a hundred times, Amily had an idea. The goddess
might bless the hunt. She might bless Amily too. She might lift the ill wishes Amily
had so foolishly let loose. Amily herded the sheep through the heavy gate to
the fort. She was deep in thought.
The ground
sloped steeply down from the gate and the way was treacherous. She had to watch
where she stepped to avoid losing her footing. The tribe kept the path rough to
deter any unwelcome visitors. The sheep skipped down lightly. They knew their way
to the recently harvested field. They would find food for themselves, and
fertilise the field for next season's planting at the same time.
"Olwig?" wheedled Amily, when the sheep were grazing and settled.
Olwig knew this voice and she was not happy.
"What?"
"I am
your friend, am I not?"
Olwig was
wary, but she nodded.
"Would
you do something for me? For me, your friend. I would be forever in your
debt." Amily bowed humbly to her. Olwig sighed.
"What?"
"I
need to go. I need you to look after the sheep."
"Alone?" Olwig was surprised.
"I
will come back soon."
"Where
are you going?"
"I
need to go to the grove." Olwig's eyes widened. To go to the sacred grove
alone was a fearsome prospect.
"What
will you offer to the goddess?" she asked, at last.
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