Chapter Six
Kilimanjara, huntmistress of the Storm, had little confidence that the Settlement would assist the tribes. Settlers tended to be preoccupied with their own lives. Settlers believed that living inside their walls was the best fortune any mortal could desire. In their minds, anyone who chose another path was deluded and deserved all the ill fortune that came their way. For generations, they had thought this. Yes, generations—or, as the settlers said, ‘since the beginning’.
Kilimanjara growled. ‘The beginning!’
Huntmaster Afon of the Rainbow, walking beside her, coughed into his hand. ‘What are you grumbling about now?’
‘The settlers. They won’t help. They never do.’
Afon sighed, lifting a hand in greeting as they passed one of the repair sites. Here tribesfolk of all colours
