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Lolopopo Swamp. Lost, without their guides. And the guides were making clear, without effrontery, that
they too would stand with Kopporu.
There was a last group, whom Guo had not expected. They would not be a direct factor in the
assembly, but their presence was not insignificant. Scattered around the clearing, in small huddled groups,
were refugees from every tribe which had fought the Utuku on the plain. The refugees had been found
scattered through the swamp, and brought along with the retreat. Many were Kiktu; but the majority,
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thought Guo, were members of the five other tribes (besides the Opoktu) which had joined in alliance
with the Kiktu. Whose clan leaders had also led them to disaster.
All of them were warriors, except for a single young Datga mother and her consorts. Most of them bore
recent battle wounds. Each of them was silent, their pinkish-brown mantles giving testimony to their own
fears and feelings of guilt. Each of them had chosen, as individuals, to take the same course that Kopporu
had chosen for the left flank as a whole salvation in the swamp. They, too, bore the burden of treason.
Hence they would not speak at the assembly even those of them who were Kiktu and had the right to
speak. Their own conduct would be examined, and judgement passed.
Yet their very presence was perhaps the strongest, if most indirect, reinforcement for Kopporu's
position. For Kopporu alone was not on trial here. So were the ghosts of the clan leaders who had been
responsible for the greatest single calamity in the history of the Kiktu and their allied tribes. The
miserable, huddled shapes of the refugees was silent testimony to the ghastly scope of that disaster.
The assembly was slow in coming to order. Kopporu stood alone, making no attempt to impose her
authority. She had apparently decided that it was best to allow the tribespeople to mill about for a time,
pondering the situation.
Guo thought Kopporu's tactic was wise. And it gave her time to settle an important question. She
looked for, and quickly found, the other two surviving Kiktu battlemothers. Loapo and Oroku were
standing together nearby, with those few of Loapa's flankers who had survived. (Oroku's flankers, Guo
would later learn, had all died in their frenzied efforts to save their badly wounded battlemother.)
Guo lumbered toward them. She was glad to see that Oroku was present. She had feared that the lamed
infanta would not have been able to keep up with the tribe in its flight.
She was also relieved to see that Oroku's wounds were healing well enough, under the circumstances.
There seemed to be no sign of the parasitic infections which so often accompanied bad wounds,
especially eye-wounds.
The reason for the lack of infection was obvious, once Guo came near. The wounds the entire left eye,
in fact had been savagely cauterized by fire. Guo was deeply impressed with Oroku's courage. The
pain of that cauterization must have been incredible. But the treatment had killed any parasites even
though the infanta would be horribly disfigured for the rest of her life.
"You are well?" asked Guo.
Loapo made the gesture of affirmation. Oroku whistled amusement.
"As well as could be expected, under the circumstances."
"I had feared you would not manage the march through the swamp."
"I would not have," replied Oroku, "except for Loapo. And the warriors whom Kopporu sent to help
me."
Mention of Kopporu brought back the necessities of the moment. Yurra, as prearranged, handed Guo
the bundle containing the Mothershell. Guo showed it to the other two infanta, and recounted the
attendant's words.
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When she finished, she was relieved to see no trace of blue in their mantles. She had been especially
concerned about Oroku's reaction. Loapa belonged to a relatively unimportant clan. There would have
been no possibility of her becoming Great Mother, in any event. But Oroku, like Guo, was a member of
the prevalent clan. Furthermore, she was older than Guo. Insofar as these things could be determined in
the rather complex manner by which the Kiktu mothers chose the Great Mother of the tribe, Oroku had
been a more likely candidate than Guo. She had feared that Oroku might take offense at Guo's
peremptory claim to the title.
Her fears proved groundless. Oroku simply examined the bundle and, within moments, made the gesture
of consent. Loapo immediately followed suit.
"The Great Mother chose wisely," whispered Oroku. "I can think of no better person to become our
Great Mother in this darkest of all nights." A faint, humorous whistle. "Akuopto Great Mother! I almost
wish the clan leaders were still alive, so I could watch them tremble in fear. May they rot in the Meat for
eternity."
A brown ripple washed across Oroku's mantle. "And besides, Guo, I will be spawnless. There are no
males left to the tribe, except yours. Even if there were, what malebond would mate with a mother who
looked like me?" She gestured at her horribly scarred face.
Long after, looking back, Guo would decide that her love for her husbands was born at that moment.
Yurra did not hesitate.
"I would be honored to serve you, Oroku." There was not a trace of ochre in his mantle nothing but an
exquisite tracery of every shade of green (with just a hint of white beneath). The little truemale made the
gesture of obedience. "With my future mate's permission, of course."
"All of our bond will serve you, Oroku," added Woddulakotat. "I would myself, if I could, and willingly.
Scars are a thing of the flesh. The tribe will need your soul." He also made the gesture of obedience.
"With our future mate's permission, of course."
Guo was amused, she thought at first. For all her preconsorts' formal submissiveness, she had come to
know them well enough to be certain that, if she withheld her permission, the cluster would make her life
utterly miserable.
She had no intention of withholding permission, of course, and immediately made that clear to Loapo
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