![]() ![]() Around the house were a large garden and a wall studded with searchlights and alarms. He snuggled into a soft bed in one of the finest mansions in Zimbabwe. ![]() Their shields and spears lay ready by the door. Tendai imagined them lying on the warm earth of their huts, feeling it tremble with destiny. His ancestors must have felt this way before a big hunt. The image faded away, leaving a strange sense that something important was about to happen. He pulled the sheet over his head as he tried to remember it better. The first rays of dawn were sliding over the garden wall, and the window was empty. The presence pointed at Tendai and said, "You!" But there was about him a scent of woody smoke and new leaves and the honey of far-off, unseen flowers. He was simply a presence of darker blue than the sky behind him. In the predawn light his features were unclear. Someone was standing by his bed, a person completely unlike anyone Tendai had ever met. ![]()
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