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272 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 1989
…and the fierce blue-gray hunter of all continents, the peregrine: the falcon dove down the steep hill like a shard of falling sky, its passage booming a half-mile away.We get war, war and more war:
The cheerfulness, even gaiety, of the people is the more remarkable for the fact that never in the whole course of their lives can they be certain that death does not await them down the path; after each peril, like the small mice which dart or flatten in the grass at a hawk’s passage, they continue as though nothing had occurred.And of course, the pigs, which seem to be both money and family.
Once or twice a year, depending on its current fortunes, a clan will hold a ceremony which renews the power of the holy stones and invigorates and protects in battle the warriors of the clan that holds the stones: the cleaning of the stones with grease of ceremonial pig, wam wisa, is the most sacred of all rituals.