Visibility beneath the overhang was nil. Past the roaring mists the trail turned sharply along the cliff. Large boulders reared up on his right hand, reaching and melding with the cliff overhang, forming tunnels and obstructing the moonlit view of the canyon. Captain and X.O., covered with heavy skins, waited in the shadows, blocking the path. Other shadows softly creaked and clanked along the walls. MacArthur halted and bowed. The cliff dwellers before him reciprocated but did not move aside. He waited, eyes adjusting to the gloom.
"What now?" Buccari wheezed, teeth chattering, as she caught up.
"You got me," MacArthur replied. "Why don't you take over?"
"Thanks a bunch," she panted, dropping her pack. Brittle breezes tumbled through the rocky openings, whipping icy crystals onto their heads and shoulders. Buccari stepped forward and pointed in cliff dweller fashion down the trail. She grabbed her shoulders and shivered, signaling coldness. Captain shook his head gently and pointed to the cruel ground. Buccari turned to MacArthur.
"It's cold, Mac," Buccari said. "Should we just pitch our tents?"
"Yeah, no vacancy," Jones rejoined, teeth rattling.
"Hey, Mac!" O'Toole whispered hoarsely. "Something's coming. Look!"
MacArthur peered down the winding path. A procession of luminous globes rounded a distant curve. Captain retreated toward the lights.
* * *
Braan moved quickly to the lights. Eight apprentices carried glowing spirit lamps on staffs. They escorted Kuudor and four heavily bundled elders, including the Koop-the-facilitator. Elders! At the cliff tops!
"Long life and good tidings, facilitator," Braan said.
"Good eventide, Braan, leader-of-hunters," Koop replied, his eyes aglint. "Thy return was heralded. Kuudor' s sentries speak of adventures and a full bounty of salt. Great praise."
Braan bowed in gratitude.
"Stories of thine exploits provide the colony with much fodder," the facilitator continued. "Is it true a full salt bag was rescued by a long-legs? At foolish risk to their lives? In our behalf?"
"All true, facilitator," Braan replied. "The long-legs demonstrate peaceful intent. We have made progress with communications."
"Dost thou not worry in revealing this entrance?" asked another elder, a stone carver. Kuudor, captain-of-the-sentries bobbed his head in silent agreement.
"It cannot be helped, elder," Braan responded. "They are curious. It is but a matter of time before they discover this and other entrances."
"Thy recommendation, leader-of-hunters?" the facilitator asked.
"The long-legs have passed all tests. Permit them to enter the barracks for the night. On the morrow we will present them to guilders more capable in the ways of communications."
"So be it," Koop said. The ancient stared into the darkness with uncharacteristic boldness. "It is cold, but I would see the creatures."
* * *
"Here they come," Jones said.
The procession marched closer, globes casting diffuse shadows along the ground. Captain appeared from the darkness, whistling sharply. Shedding his cloak, X.O. ran to a moon-washed opening in the rocks and jumped into the empty blackness, wings cracking sharply as he disappeared downwards. Captain picked up the fur and approached Buccari. A head shorter than the human female, he bowed and handed her the silky pelt. Buccari accepted it, bowing in return. She gratefully wrapped the pungent leathery skin around back and shoulders, the soft fur deliciously covering her neck and much of her lower face, cutting the wind.
"It's because you whined about being cold," MacArthur whispered.
"Eat your heart out, Corporal," she retorted.
"Hey, these guys are taller," Jones said.
"The other ones!" Buccari gasped. The new arrivals were taller than she was. "The other kind in the drawings. And not females."
The procession stopped several paces away. One of the taller animals, an ancient creature, whistled softly, and the light bearers came nervously forward. Captain walked fearlessly between the humans and grabbed Chastain' s hand, improbably pulling the giant to the front. The light bearers staggered backward. Chastain shyly looked at his feet.
"Going to eat you first, Jocko," O'Toole whispered. Buccari elbowed the Marine.
Captain dropped Chastain' s big paw and whistled to the members of the procession, indicating MacArthur and then pointing with two hands to Buccari. The old one whistled intricately and bowed directly to her. She bowed back. The ceremony over, the procession shuffled sedately away.
"Well," Buccari said, "I guess we've been introduced. What now?"
Captain indicated they should pick up their packs and follow him.