shot one, I fell in the water and hopped back, holding it up with the arrow sticking out, shouting.
“Lucky it didn’t fly away with your arrow,” said Hagar.
“I’d have followed till it came down.”
“The arrow would probably have dropped out. Stone-heads do that. Metal-headed arrows, they stay in, but they’re cruel things. They cut into the muscles as a deer runs so it bleeds to death. They’ll kill a man the same way.”
On rocks I drew people with arrows cutting into them asthey ran. I drew ducks and deer and hares. I drew us cutting wool, plucking hair, spinning and weaving. Drawing seemed to fix in my mind all the things I was learning from Hagar. There was so much to remember, Bar and Mak had to bark for my attention.
I tried to draw Orklun, walls and a great river, but I could not draw its silence. It was like the time I tried to draw snow on the mountains.
Chapter 13
Travellers Donât Look Back
We loaded up with the looms and two blankets Hagar had sewn into bags and filled with wool and goat hair. My bit of cloth sagged all down one side.
âYouâre learning,â Hagar said. âWhen we put up the looms again, you can begin on another.â
âIt looks stupid.â
âIâll sew it into a pillow, and it will straighten out. It will always be your first piece of weaving. Did you never hit yourself when you started using a sling?â
âYes.â The crowâs feet crinkled at Hagarâs eyes. âI hit my foot.â
âYour foot?â
âSeveral times.â
Hagar squawked. âSeveral times!â
âMy foot. I hit it several times.â
âWith the stone?â She screeched.
âAnd my head, too.â
âYou hit your head?â
âI kept letting go too soon.â I was almost crying with laughter. Hagar rocked, my weaving in her hands. Her mouth was open. I could see her few blackened teeth.
âOh!â She cackled and took a deep breath. âYou mustnât mind me laughing.â She stared and cackled again.
âI donât mind.â
âIt is funny, hitting yourself when you were aiming at something else.â She guffawed and wiped her eyes, and I had to wipe mine, too.
When we had quietened down, Hagar said, âLearning to weave, thereâs a lot you pick up without noticing. I can tellyou things I know, but thereâs others Iâve forgotten. Thatâs why youâve got to make mistakes, so you can learn.â
âI didnât beat it hard enough.â
âThatâs easily fixed next time. Have you thought if we were still with the Travellers you wouldnât have learned to weave?â
âI want to be good at it. Now!â
âIt takes time, like learning to hunt.â Hagar passed a rope. I took it around the load on my side and passed it back. âNow you can hit a duck or a hare with an arrow, you can get your food that way.â
âItâs better than a sling.â
âIf you can hit something the size of a duck, you can easily hit a deer.â I stared at her.
We travelled across the mountainsâ tilt, through grassy basins separated by long tongues of trees. This far south the sun had lost its terrible power. The air was clear and sharp. I smelled the animals, the resinous leaves. Hagar said the Travellers usually crossed lower down.
âThere are more deer up here,â she said, âand a tree with bark we use to tan the skins.â
High above a bird cried âKek! Kek! Kek!â harsh and wild, then a running call, much faster, and âKek! Kek! Kek!â again.
âHow would you like your own hawk, Ish?â
âA hawk?â
âWhy not? The men used to train them.â
âYes, butâ¦â
âSomeone who has learned to put sheep and goats across the river, to shear and spin and weave, to find a pup and train it, to find herbs and use them, to make a bow and arrows, and to fire a sling without