“This happen before, this thing.” “What, the sky opening? That happened before?” “Many thousand generation. My people remember. All long time ago, many thousand generation.” “What do they say about it?” “Sky fall open, and spirits move between this world and that world. All the lands move. The ice melt, then freeze again. The spirits close up the hole after a while. Seal it up. But witches say the sky is thin there, behind the northern lights.” “What’s going to happen, Umaq?” “Same thing as before. Make all same again. But only after big trouble, big war. Spirit war.”
