A Time Comes When Silence is Betrayal.

The Sleepin’ Fox Catches No Poultry.

Do you not recognize me?

Do you understand the meaning of the soil beneath your feet?

The Sun Dagger appeared on the rock face directly above the Shaman’s shadowed head. It dazzled within the shade as the sunlight slipped through a gap in the overhead slabs. The dagger cut slowly down the rock, slicing through the very center of the etched spiral. “The middle of time,” Chaco whispered to himself.

The other Clans will soon arrive. The greatest times of our family are before us. And so are the darkest.

Thunderbird ascended on the heady currents of air that bore her high above the vast landscape of Túwaqachi. She stretched her broad wings, the heat lifting her through the silence, her glossy brown feathers shimmering in the sunlight.

We the People . . . The People of the Long House.

The Day of Trouble is Near