Trisarn Falahleed, part 2

..... My body ached with the movement of the horse. Each day I was given a little sky blood, and something they called bread which tasted sour and dry in my mouth. We traveled for six moons and seven suns before reaching a great hut. It was many men tall and built of Earth and Stone, with great flags of white and blue fabric playing in Wind. They called it Fort Haven. I had never seen so many men all at once, my own tribe had only 311 men and 25 elders before Sky had bleed on Bengahani. And here in Fort Haven, a strange place built of thick Stone and held together by Earth there where too many for my eyes to count. Hundreds and thousands of the strange pale men in stone dress moving about. Some working the strange stone they wore, making more of the long knifes and large strange shaped plates. Some doing woman's work, cleaning cooking and tending the sick. Some where taller, and some where short and round like they had swallowed a whole boar in one. Many where rubbing their long stone knifes with cloths. Large horses where everywhere, being rubbed with brushes and eating thin grasses. But all where strange pale men with short beards and long hair the colours of Sun, and eyes like Sky and fresh grass. The air was thick and warm, and filled with the many scents of men horse and cooking. I didn't see any women or children, maybe there were the spirits of some unknown element, or maybe they were flesh blood and soul just like me? But for all they had and could do, for what would they need me? When sun went to meet Earth in their lovers embrace, moon came to consort with sky. As Sky grew dark with his pleasure one of the men untied me from the horse and released my feet and mouth. He bound a leather strap to the ties at my hands, gave me a drink and led me further into Fort Haven...............................