1Taking the call of the troops of the Merchant2
Berra commanded their awe in short order
Offering choice of the Storm-Bull or Humakt
Setting the warriors under her party
All chose Humakti and heads bowed to Berra
Troll-kin3 and Human with Baboon spear-owning
Berra warned Merchant of Salid the Troll-Kin
Finding that Merchant knew of him already
Proud Lord of Silver with Goldentongue smiling
Announced that his words had been sharp with dark Salid
Salid was no more a slave than Orlanthi
Berra heard this from her Wheel-Lord the Merchant
Walking the Road at the pace of the mule-train
Berra swung step as she had out to Pavis
Infantry walking with scouts sent before her
Fierce in their wish to see danger before them
As she had walked on the road from her Tula
Berra walked back with the slow pace of sandals
Booted and belted and hung with her weapons
No more the child who had walked to the South-lands
Passing the Dangerford rope-sling with Mulepack
Berra looked East at the way to her Tula
Saw the road markings with Malani rune-work
Stared at betrayal of tribe and of Sartar
Saw how the Lunars had handed her tribe-land
To others in Sartar to sow red dissension
Hate in her heart against Lunars was whitened
Still she stepped onward and guarded fat Merchant
Anger within her and calm in her features
Berra spoke coldly of what her land had been
Asked by the Storm-Bull if fighting would happen
Berra her head shook and spoke of her elders
If her tribe called she would rise in her anger
If the Black Spear was ahead she would follow
Yet in her vows there was never outlawry
Never she raided without tribe permission
Late on the road in the midnight of watching
Berra sat cold in the dark of the Earth-Night
Trusting companions lay sleeping around her
Then the round snout of Salid4 was beside her
Whispering into the darkness by Berra
Salid in undertongue spoke of an ambush
Berra heard clearly and sent him to camp-wake
Called on her magic to find where her foes were
Deep within camp woke the troll-kin his allies
As Berra shouted alarm to the heavens
Storm-Bull was sleeping and dreaming of battle
Clove off the leg of Salid with an axe-blow
Scorpion-men in their hordes poured about then
Merchant lay wards and the Orlanthi rallied
Round to the cry of the Humakti Berra
Man and Baboon to the war-cry were mustered
Berra knew well of the frenzy of Urox
Laid all her plans to take careful advantage
Followed the trail of the foam of his nostrils
Planted herself in the path of the Sting-folk
Calling upon the great Rune of her birth-place5
Berra began the swift dance of death-dealing
Moving her blade with the speed of her fury
Faster than pincers or sting-tail or forelegs
When in a moment the dead lay before them
Storm-Bull charged back at the standing Humakti
Berra stood ready to guard her sword-fellows
Knowing her skill was the shield of her comrades
Called for the Healer of Chalana Arroy
Called the White Lady to soothe the wild Storm-Bull
Healer smiled kindly and sweetly on Urox
Led him to sleep in the pastures of dreaming
Berra sent out for the camp of the Sting-folk
Had the Grey Sage take the writings of Lunars
Ordered it burned to save Chaos from spreading
Saw that the healing of Salid had happened
When in the Morning the Storm-Bull was woken
Berra presented the beer-cup of greeting
Warriors lived and as living were greeted
Dreams were explained and the troll-kin was toasted
Leaving the pyres with their cores of red silver
Merchant passed on with his life and his living
Alda-Chur beckoned and Berra walked onward
Leading all safely the stone walls to rest in





