It's a collection of sticks, carefully tied together into a shape not quite a pyramid nor a tree. Some of the cordage swinging loose below it is weighted by a large square bone - no, tooth - he doesn't recognise wrapped in a stained strip of cloth, its form flatter and more massive than a kangaroo's.
Looking up, he sees what the rest have already noticed - the tree has changed without transition and is as instinct says it always was, a fork that Ngarungadurung just reached into filled with the crazed precision of a stick-cradle for the marker he has just removed. The bark around this structure is marked with dark smearings:
Above these marks (and a few others the Europeans cannot parse, that bring an ache in the temples to stare at overlong) is a focusing of witchcraft so simple it is almost comical: a simple eye sketched in blood and slashed through.
This shall not be seen. A crude device, yet linked to enough raw mind-affecting power to be effective.
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