X - High Lonesome
"Hello, Jacinta. Hello, Tamsin." Both women perceive the words, warm with genuine welcome, as they enter the humble dwelling, but, like Lee, each is uncertain whether they have heard them, or if they somehow blossomed within their thoughts.
Outside, Cooper experiences the same sensation. "Please come inside, Albert. It is important that I speak with you before you depart."
The Owl Mother continues to work on her weaving, her hands seemingly working through each of the careful motions of their own, long practiced, accord. Tamsin can see, in the center of the blue fabric, an design taking shape, something like a tangle of vines, or roots.
"Bryan, the warrior way that you have chosen...you can sense when your movements are in harmony with the realm of spirit. Just as Jacinta can find the safe path through the wilderness, even in country she has never traveled before. Or as Tamsin can know which bloom among her beloved plants will carry the strongest dose of healing medicine."
"Each of us is able to sense, to know, what is right. What will protect life and enable it to thrive. Many times, the correct course is actually very easy to find."
She pauses in her weaving, regarding each of the riders that have joined her. "My sister is not the kind portion of nature. She is the storm that sweeps away what is old to make way for what is new. The quaking in the earth that swallows up what is not needed any longer. The lightning that claims the dead trees so that new growth may arise in their place."
"She is death, the passing that comes to make way for new life."
She resumes her weaving. "Her power, it only becomes twisted when it is seized upon by those that would use it to further their own aims. Those, like Lawrence Murphy, who believe they can control her for their own ends."
"Murphy, in the end, will only bring destruction upon himself and all he touches. But he is too proud, too arrogant, to see the truth. He chooses to be blind. And because of this, it falls to such as you to bring a halt to his folly."
Her expression becomes somber. "Murphy had willingly become something else, something less than human, even before he stole my sister's heart from its place."
"Murphy keeps the heart with him, so its power is never far from his grasp. Part of what you must do, to return the mountains and the valley to what they were meant to be, is to retrieve the heart and bring it here. To the hard plain marked with the graves. Returning it to the earth there will restore much of what was lost."
"But Murphy...he is truly a monster. One beyond saving. For there to be lasting peace, he cannot remain."