Night gathers, and it's the young Wisdom's fault. She didn't hear this when she Listened to the Wind, and if she did, she didn't tell us. I shall take no wife, because the Creator made women to please the eye and trouble the mind. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die arguing with the Women's Circle. I am the pitchfork in the darkness. I am the watcher over the crops. I am the fire that heats the room, the light that lights the pipe, the rooster that wakes the sleepers, the wall that guards the the sheep from wolves. I pledge my life and honor to the Village Council, for this meeting, and for all meetings to come. Now, about that boy Mat…
