Blood, Feathers and Holy Men

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“Holy sweet Jesus.” Ula realized she’d shouted and clamped a hand over her
mouth. She looked at Yamka in amazement and Yamka smiled happiness at her.
Ari spent the long evenings carving a large block of red cedar with a flint blade.
He made an inlaid hnefatafl game board, similar to the one on which he’d played
with Captain Hjálmar. He dug through the snow by the lake bed and collected black
and white pebbles for playing pieces and before the winter was over, Ari taught Ailan
the Norse tactical game, King’s Table.
Bjorn used a flint knife to whittle small animals out of wood and tried to teach
Keallach and Ailan his skill with only little success. Both Brothers usually succeeded
until one slip of the blade removed a leg or a head from his carving. Keallach also
managed to slice a finger and had to be content to sit and watch Bjorn carve for more
than a month of long days and nights.
Every morning, all winter long, Fire Maker walked the short distance to the lakefront
bundled in furs. There he stripped and took his daily plunge into the icy water.
He said it made him strong and healthy and enabled him to endure the bitter cold.
Following breakfast, he either made snowshoes or went back out to set up traplines
in the woods. He brought in beaver and mink and otter for food and skins and
showed Finten and others how to cure the pelts.
Father Finten was not creative with his hands. He hated the carvings Bjorn and
Ari made, calling them graven images. He shunned the cold and only went outside
out of absolute necessity. But Finten did seem to be able to sit for hours, eyes closed,
in contemplation and silent prayer. The Brothers obeyed his calls to community
prayer only out of habit and a sense of obligation to their religious vows. They always
escaped at the earliest opportunity, seldom remaining to meditate, sighing and
groaning through his lengthy homilies.
When a blizzard raged outside the cave, everyone gathered around the fire and
Fire Maker shared stories of life in the Mandan Nation. He never spoke of the gods
during daylight hours but only after dark because a man would go blind if he spoke
of the gods in daylight.
“When buffalo are close, and we have decided to make a run, each hunter takes a
bow and quiver of arrows and heads out into the grassland, followed by women who
will cut up the animals and bring the meat and hides back to camp. They bring long
poles and tie them together near the bottom. The women load the furs and meat
across the bottom where the poles join and pull the load so that it does not drag on
the ground. When two women pull together, that is much easier than carrying it on
their backs. Sometimes they bring the dogs to carry heavy loads of animal skins but
never the meat. The dogs always know they will be fed well when they return.”
Ari asked, “When the dogs go with the hunters, does anyone remain in camp?
What about the old people, and who looks after small children?”
“The women remaining in camp have much to do. They dry meat, tan robes, sew
moccasins, and prepare the food.”
“There must be a great feast when the hunters return.” Ailan was always thinking
of food and cooking big meals.
“There are many feasts when hunting has been good. A man who gives a feast tells
his wives to cook the best food they have. When the feast is ready, he goes outside his
lodge and shouts each guest’s name three times, telling that person to come and eat.

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He walked back to the rented room and settled in his new home. It was
a small room with a table, a chair, a closet for his clothes, and a single
bed. The size of the room was no more than three by four meters,
with paint cracks all over; some paint had peeled right off the walls.
He didn’t really care about its condition. It was a very cheap room.
A small window with shutters opened to the street, and Hermes
saw a small garden. He took out his clothes from the suitcase and
hung them with care in the closet. He, then, sat down on the bed and
thought it would be a good idea to write home and let them know he
had arrived and was okay, three letters to three different addresses.
Realizing he had no paper, he walked out to the closest corner
store, where he bought some paper, a small jar of coffee and a small
rectangular box of sugar cubes, which he encountered for the first
time in his life. He went back to his room and sat at the desk to write
his first letter to his uncle and untie. He described in detail that his
trip was very good, the city was beautiful, and he felt enthusiastic
about the university. He wrote with intense feelings, particularly
in the second letter, addressed to Magdalene. He signed the letters
and sealed the envelopes. He would post them first thing tomorrow
morning. Hunger took over him. He got up, knocked at the
door of his landlady and asked where he could find a restaurant to
eat something. She informed him that “Black Cat” was the closest
restaurant to the house and told him how to get there. Hermes got
out and walked the few blocks to the restaurant. The server brought
his coffee. Hermes understood that coffee was served each time, even
before an order was given to the servers. He looked at the menu, but
he couldn’t understand the words; therefore, he didn’t know what to
order. He had his coffee and a cigarette. The girl refilled his cup and
looked at him with questioning eyes. He pointed to the menu and
said, “I don’t know what these are…” his finger travelling down the
list of food items. The young server asked him,
“What language does he speak…” He said, “Greek,” she called
him to follow her. He got up and followed the girl through a hallway
to an opening that connected the restaurant to the kitchen.

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…at their destination, and they should fasten their seat belts. Hermes
looked down from the window. It was a cloudless night. He had a
superb panoramic view of the city, full of lights flickering in the dark.
He could distinguish the streets and the tall buildings as the aircraft
slowly descended.
They landed, and Hermes got up to take his carry-on bag from
the overhead compartment, stepped off the plane, and said goodbye
to Tom. An airline official led Hermes down the long hallways to the
baggage area. He found his suitcase from the appropriate carousel
and made his way to the arrivals area, where people waited for their
friends and family members. Happy voices were everywhere; people
embraced one another, kissing, laughing, and crying. He turned
around as if to see someone he knew. There was no one there, he knew
no one, and this was his first bitter moment of realization that he was
so far away from people he loved. He wished Magda were here. He
then sat on a bench and wondered aloud,
“And now, where are you going, Hermes?” A question justified
under the circumstances, a question he had no answer to, only the
sense of loss, of abandonment, of forlornness, and fear crept into his
heart. Then, as if from the great source, he felt he heard a voice that
whispered to his heart, not to his ears. And it was the voice of his new
motherland that said,
“Welcome, Hermes, you are here in Vancouver now, go out
there, find your way to do your studies and get your diploma. Your
folks are waiting for you, back in Greece. They look forward to seeing
you back. Your diploma is your goal and nothing less…” were the
words he felt he heard, and the voice wasn’t any other but the voice
of Canada, his temporary motherland, which, like a mother, took
another orphan off the streets and gave him a chance.
Suddenly, the fear he had just felt vanished, and a jolt of enthusiasm
took over his senses. Hermes stood up. His eyes ran around the
space of the large airport hall when his glance met the old woman
whom he had helped in Montreal; she saw him too. At the same
time, a very tall man with a good-looking woman approached…

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Blood, Feathers and Holy Men

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“Ah, my dear friend. It takes many strong men and much skill to travel up stream,
where the waters run faster than a raging buffalo. Our boat would not last on the
running waters or over the deep falls. It is impossible to travel this way until the
summer has calmed the river spirits to make them safe for men. It would take us
many weeks to build a wood boat strong enough to resist the sharp rocks that wait
on the river’s belly and hidden turns. We must walk across the land to reach my
home. One day, our home river will carry you on his back to visit other peoples.
Then you will learn his ways.”
That night, Fire Maker spoke about the Great Floods. “In the ancient days, there
were two great floods. The first flood was long before men and women came to this
land. In that time, the animals spoke to one another as we do today. Bear spoke to
fish. Fish spoke to birds. They ate plants and berries and grew fat on the land. They
saw themselves reflected in the waters. The animals saw how beautiful they were and
became proud and boastful. Each one thought he was more beautiful than the other.
So the Creator decided to punish the animals for their conceit and wash the arrogance
from their faces.”
Ari stirred the embers and watched the end of his branch catch fire. He held it up
until the feeble flame died, sending curls of blue smoke toward the stars.
Fire Maker knew the young travellers enjoyed his stories as much as anyone,
though they grew restless as the evening progressed. He continued with a smile.
“The waters came pouring down so hard that some lost all their colour and became
very plain. Others, like the blue jay, found shelter in the high trees and kept their colour.
Because the animals had been so boastful, the Creator even washed away their
speech. Now many animals are unable to understand each other when they speak.
Wolf eats deer and bear eats fish. The Creator made us all to be brothers. But some
forget or do not know how they should be.”
Father Finten wanted to share his own story of the flood from the Book of Genesis.
But he knew his stories paled in the telling, compared to the storytelling skill
of their host. So the missionary priest continued to lose opportunities to make converts.
To him, it seemed as though the chief was already converted. The stories he
told made much sense for the people of this land and Finten found the Native creation
story very beautiful.
Father Finten struggled with what he judged to be a heresy forming in his mind:
Perhaps God shines through to all the different people of the world in many different
forms. If our Christian God is true, and all other gods are false, must I take their
god away to give them mine, when all the gods are one and the same True God?
He wished there were some theologian around, with whom he could confide. If he
lost the Faith and his missionary purpose, what was left? Finten tried to stop his
thoughts as Fire Maker’s words continued hypnotically.
“One day, the Creator made man. He gave his newest creature everything to be
happy. But man too became proud and wanted to be greater than the gods. So the
Creator of all things sent another flood. This time, the waters washed the colour
from many men. The most proud became almost white.”
At this, the six white men looked at one another and Bjorn burst into a hearty
laugh, and his companions joined in.
Finten remarked, “Yes, we have indeed been too proud. Much too proud.”

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“Yes, Mother, but I’m only going away for a while; do not forget
that.”
Maria smiled and added, “Of course, my boy, you will return.
But remember, you must write home frequently, so we can find out
how your studies are going.”
“You guys think as if I am going to forget completely where I
come from. Don’t worry yourselves with that.”
His father cut in, “Son, you are an adult, but I want you to be
very careful in the foreign country you are headed; we, your mother
and father, uncle and auntie, or friends, will not be there. There are
a lot of dangers over there, and you might get into a lot of trouble.
Have your eyes and ears open, be careful in a foreign place. You are
responsible for yourself.”
The old man’s voice became hoarse. Hermes looked at his dad
with surprise in his eyes: tears flowed freely down the old man’s
cheeks. Yet this time, George Dragakis didn’t even care to hide his
feelings from the rest of the family. Hermes went to his father and
gave him a big hug.
“Do not worry. I know where I’m going, and I know what I’m
there for. My only concern is to finish my schooling and return home
to find you all. Do not worry. Nothing will distract me from my goal.”
Hermes’s voice had so much certainty as it was heard that all those
present felt positively about his voyage.
“What about Magda, my boy?” his aunt asked.
“Magdalene and I are going to be in touch, and I hope to see her
when I come back. She told me she might even come and visit me in
Vancouver next summer. I look forward to that, really. I like this girl
a lot.”
His mother and father heard these words and felt a bit relieved,
although they’d prefer if he didn’t go away at all.
George got up to go to the bathroom, and Hermes could
hear the old man blowing his nose. Then Hermes went to the bar
and poured a drink for himself. He asked if anybody would like to
have one, but they all declined.

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…citizens as their wish and the iron fist of the church who keep the
minds and emotions of people under their control,” he said looking
deep in Magda’s eyes who showed her understanding as she nodded
her head and smiled at his comments.
“The one you’d have a hard time even talking about is the
power of the church over the lives of the people because it has been
so much entrenched in their essence as something they have received
from their ancestors and as such, they would never think of leaving
behind, let alone changing dramatically,” she underlined to Hermes.
“Yes, I agree; but what we inherited shouldn’t always be
accepted as a given and never evaluated, viewed by today’s standards
and beliefs and then accept it or reject it for something better. Think
of it, in today’s world, where you can communicate with anyone and
in such a short time, when you travel from one end of the Earth to the
other within a day, we still believe in such stupid ideas, and anachronistic
thoughts.”
“True, indeed, Hermes, but…” she added
“There shouldn’t be a but, Magda, look, in the old days, during
the seventh century BC, the Spartans had a law that forced mothers
to go and throw down the Kaiadas all their incomplete children, the
malformed, the kids with Down’s syndrome, etc. That was part of
our tradition too; however, we today don’t kill the malformed kids
or the ones with Down’s syndrome because we must understand that
human life is as valuable and indispensable, regardless of what form
it might have. Yet, we can’t get rid of the Christian tradition no matter
what. Tell me why it is so?”
Magda stared into his eyes and noticed the burning fire, which
could become a conflagration, a fire she loved to see; a fire she’d
agreed with, however, she chose her words very carefully.
“I believe what you said, but I also know how deeply entrenched
the whole idea of the church and how impossible it would be to effect
any change at this time of the nation’s history, especially under the
iron fist of the dictators…on the other hand, nothing is impossible
when one wants to fight for what one believes in.”

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The taste of her mouth aroused all his instincts, and he wanted
to touch this girl all over. However, they heard the clearing of the proprietor’s
throat and stopped. Hermes pulled back, and she gave him
her best smile, showing a straight line of teeth and a hungry tongue.
They stayed there for another half an hour, and then she
wanted to go.
“What would you like to do now? See a movie?”
He looked at his watch; it was eight o’clock. “Where do you like
to go?”
She suggested they go to see the latest movie in a cinema close
by, and he agreed. They walked to the cinema, and Hermes offered
her his arm. She took the chance and leaned toward him a bit more,
which Hermes loved. They got to the theatre and realized the place
was almost full, so they made their way to the balcony, where they
noticed that it was almost empty. They found two seats. He turned
to look at her, and she took the courage and offered him a long and
passionate kiss. His hunger for her body became evident. She took
his hand and placed it between her legs, a move he took even further
by sliding his hand up and touching her pubic hair. That made her
go wild. He didn’t let go, and the rubbing of his hand inside her
made her move her body left and right with such intensity that she
had an orgasm in a matter of seconds. She then found his erection
and played with him for a minute or two, but he wanted a lot more
than that.
“You like to go?” she asked.
“Where could we go?”
“I know a place.”
He wondered where this place might be, surely not her parents’
house.
“A friend of mine, she whispered, is out of town; I have the key
to her place.”

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Blood, Feathers and Holy Men

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“Those who left you on this shore caused you the pain you have had to suffer. I
am sorry. The raiders were Pequat. By their law and our own law, we had to leave and
let them take you or they could have destroyed our village and taken our children as
well. A Pequat mother lost a daughter just as Brown Bear lost his Namid.”
Bjorn stood up in anger, “How? Where?”
Ari also rose, painfully. “Who did this murder?“
White Eagle raised his hand for silence. “Word has spread from further toward the
warm lands that the serpent ship brought death among our neighbours. The Pequat
travelled far to where they camped last night. They lost warriors and have the right
to take the bravest from among you to replace lost sons and daughters. Your brave
singing saved your lives. Now our people have bought you back so you belong to us.”
Ari looked around to his companions, then he replied for all, “Thank you for our
lives. We will be your people. Your people will be our people.”
“Now,” said White Eagle, “you must eat and rest. You have done well.” He turned
to Rordan and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You have honoured us with your
bravery and with your music. We gave many gifts to have you back. The Pequat warriors
have named you Hototo Nikamu, Warrior Spirit Who Sings. Now you are our
Mountain Thrush, Hototo Nikamu, and you are free to fly as you will.”
When White Eagle left to go to his lodge, Brother Keallach spoke to Rordan, “If we
are to stay here forever, shouldn’t we talk to Father Finten, first?”
“Not on your bloody life.” Ula was angry. “He wasn’t ransomed. Shit! He wasn’t
even with us. He can go when he bloody well wishes. This is our decision. Rordan
has spoken for all and his word stands.”
Brother Ailan used his right hand to get to his feet. His left hand was heavily
wrapped in moss and balsam fir sap. Brother Rordan had learned of the healing
properties of balsam from Corn Mother and, having paused to gather sap and cones
on the return journey, had already applied resin to everyone’s burns and to Ailan’s
finger stump. Now Ailan stood to address his Brothers. “No matter what happens, do
not forget we are tied to Father Finten by our vow of obedience.”
“Maybe you are, if you choose to be. At least three of us are free to make our own
decisions.” Ula stomped out of the lodge and Bjorn and Ari followed after her.
Rordan looked at both Keallach and Ailan. “What do we do about Finten? Has
anyone seen him?”
For days, Finten roamed the headland, looking out to sea, afraid of what might
appear on that vast expanse, afraid and ashamed of what White Eagle and the First
Light People would think of him now. Why, when he knew he could be so brave,
did his knees buckle whenever he was faced with danger? He regretted that he had
not died with his Brothers. He was certain none of the companions had survived.
He’d heard the bloodcurdling shrieks as he cowered in the lodge. He’d seen blood
splattered on the ground outside the lodge. He’d seen the trails of blood where the
savages had dragged bodies into the woods, probably to be eaten at a gruesome victory
feast.
When the villagers returned and he saw that none had been wounded, much less
killed, he knew immediately he had been betrayed. The attack was not against the
village but only to capture and kill him and his Brothers and the other three.

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Everybody in the coffee shop gathered around him, even the
mayor. Demetre kicked his nephew’s foot to quieten him. He knew
that some people do not like to hear about change, especially in the
current political situation, where even the slightest change can trigger
a nationwide negative reaction from the politicians. However,
young Hermes didn’t want to lower the tone of his voice now that he
had their attention, because he wanted to teach these people some
ideas which might inspire them to fight against the system.
“Hey, Yanni, your father was looking for you,” someone yelled
from the open door, interrupting the whole conversation.
“Foti, get us another round of brandies,” Gerry yelled at the
proprietor, who nodded his head.
Hermes continued to explain to them that they could find
a good lawyer, who would write the rules of the co-op, elect a governing
body, and do whatever was necessary to start looking after
themselves and not just rely on the existing system to help them.
He referred to many examples from ancient days to today, trying to
connect them to their original roots. They listened. Some villagers
raised their eyebrows, others nodded their agreement, and others
simply carried on with their entertainment without paying attention
to the fired-up young Hermes.
The villager sitting next to Hermes was still not convinced:
“You think that an association like that is going to do a better job for
us?”
“Yes, definitely. Listen to this: when I go to Athens, I’ll find you
a good lawyer, then I’ll make sure before I go away, he gets in touch
with you guys, and you take it from there.”
Demetre gave him the signal to stop, as he was worried about
what the mayor was thinking about all this and what notes he
reserved in his mind as to who this information could be useful.
Hermes didn’t listen to his uncle and continued to tell the villagers
how to form the co-op and what their rights were. “But what you are
telling us to do, Hermes, is nothing more than a communist idea,
isn’t it?” the mayor butted in.

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…dedicated themselves to the benefit of the people’s lives. Ah, my poor
motherland…”
“Yes, I know. But we’d better go now.”
“Yes, let’s go. We might take the other road over the small
marsh, and hopefully we could come across some ducks, then we
could go by my father’s greenhouse and see what he has accomplished.
Sounds okay?”
“Yes, let’s get going then.”
They followed the road to the marsh. There were a few dark
clouds on the north horizon, clouds that lingered in the sky, indecisive
clouds, unsure of where they’d like to run; there was light wind
blowing from the north, and the weather could change very quickly.
A fierce storm could come from the north, which will drench everything
in a matter of minutes.
“We’d better be quick, Uncle. I don’t like the looks of those
clouds.”
“I don’t think this weather is going to change any time soon,
Son. Why are you so concerned?”
But his nephew repeated,
“We must be quick, my uncle. I don’t like these clouds.”
As they entered the olive grove, Hermes caught sight of a wild
dove at the top of a tree. He aimed and shot, quickly and with confidence:
he succeeded. He reloaded and ran to pick up the bird, which
was still fluttering its wings on the ground. The dog reached the bird
first. He approached the bird to pick it up with his mouth, but when
he came close to it, the bird fluttered and scared the dog away, barking
and wagging his tail.
Hermes bent down and reached for the fluttering bird; he could
see the huge pain in its eyes. Suddenly, the strange shudder overtook
his body again, like when he was aboard the ship. “What is it?” he
wondered, and suddenly, he didn’t feel like hunting anymore.
The wind started blowing stronger now, and Hermes convinced
Demetre that they should head to his father’s greenhouse.

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