The remaining Comanches have by now dismounted and are gathering around the pair of combatants, watching them in fascination.
Pale Moon bends down, making a hand print in the mud to the north.
"Where the raven leads, I shall follow. That is my vow, and the vow of my people. This one may strike at the Yanqui tribe now, but what about when the White Father in the East takes the medicine he has done and turns it against The People? There are many tribes of Pale Face, but none of them belong in this land."
He moves, and presses a hand into the East.
"You say to love Mirror Serpent is to love this man and his works. I say that this man's works are his own doing, and Mirror Serpent only dreams power to him. When the Mirror Serpent wakens, he will see the mistakes he has made and correct them. Mirror Serpent did not cause the Yanqui war that killed this man's family. Mirror Serpent did not tell this man to fight while the club was on the ground. Mirror Serpent did not come to him and say, 'take these children of mine and taint your herd with them.' Mirror Serpent only dreams."
He sighs, and pulls a leather drum and stick from his belt.
"Come, Crying Hawk." he says, as he begins to beat a rhythm.
"Let us test the strength of our convictions. Let us dance in spirit war, and see which of us emerges stronger."
With that, he begins to sing in rhythm with the drum, his wailing cry taken up by his fellows.
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