Someone must preserve the ways of the People," Warrior rasped, "someone who will...

Someone must preserve the ways of the People," Warrior rasped, "someone who will sing our songs and teach our ways. Unless you do that, all that we are will be lost. You must go get your woman and take her far away into the west lands where this war does not reach." Warrior's voice shook with emotion. "To a new place, Hunter. You know the words of the song." "Warrior, you make it sound so simple. You saw what happened near her home today. She will spit upon me when she sees me." Hunter angled an arm over his eyes. "I left her and rode into battle against her people. How many have we killed since the attack on our village?"
"She won't turn from you."
"How can you know? You say I should fulfill the last part of the song? How? Where is the high place the Great Ones spoke of? Where is the canyon filled with blood? And how will I ever reach across so great a distance to take Loh-rhett-ah's hand?"
"You must have faith. The high place will be there, as will the great canyon." Leaning forward, Warrior clasped his brother's shoulder. "Courage, Have courage.