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Looking for the door...
As we entered the Council Tribunal, Bonalone and I were greeted with nervous signs of greetings. We moved through the tent to where Bonalone's place was and I sit down beside him.
What followed next was beyond my experiences. I watched as men young and old, with revolution in their eyes come and speak to the Council. A long procession of representatives came and went, each claiming situations that needed to be addressed. The Council seemed to be agreeable to all in an attempt to keep their scalps. Finally, the main leaders came in dressed in war paint. They began their dance ceremony, shaking their colored staffs and screaming war cries. Twenty of them with what seemed to start out as entertainment soon turns into a terrorizing display of anger. To add to it, the citizens outside the tent started stomping the ground and singing also. It was quite an ordeal. Then it stopped.
Then the leaders of the common people faced the Council and declared that the nation had decided to settle here. A hush fell over the crowd. Then they claimed the people were 10 thousand strong and included the strongest Warriors and Hunters. The people now demanded change. For their new home they would raise a new Great Leader to rule over the Council. A single man will rule the Nation. They then asked for the Council's blessing for this change. Again silence fell over the crowd. The Council realized the people were giving them a graceful way to relinguish control to the People. Had they chose to refuse, it would have been there last act. The Council nodded in unison and tried to act dignified. They did that very well.
Bonalone then approached the Leaders and asked humbly "Who have you chosen as your new Great Leader?" The oldest Leader steps forward and claims "We have chosen Rik Meleet!" The Council applauds and Rik Meleet steps forward and comes alongside Bonalone. Elder Bonalone turns to Rik Meleet and bows slightly, then returns his gaze to the Revolutionary, "You have chosen wisely."
What followed next was beyond my experiences. I watched as men young and old, with revolution in their eyes come and speak to the Council. A long procession of representatives came and went, each claiming situations that needed to be addressed. The Council seemed to be agreeable to all in an attempt to keep their scalps. Finally, the main leaders came in dressed in war paint. They began their dance ceremony, shaking their colored staffs and screaming war cries. Twenty of them with what seemed to start out as entertainment soon turns into a terrorizing display of anger. To add to it, the citizens outside the tent started stomping the ground and singing also. It was quite an ordeal. Then it stopped.
Then the leaders of the common people faced the Council and declared that the nation had decided to settle here. A hush fell over the crowd. Then they claimed the people were 10 thousand strong and included the strongest Warriors and Hunters. The people now demanded change. For their new home they would raise a new Great Leader to rule over the Council. A single man will rule the Nation. They then asked for the Council's blessing for this change. Again silence fell over the crowd. The Council realized the people were giving them a graceful way to relinguish control to the People. Had they chose to refuse, it would have been there last act. The Council nodded in unison and tried to act dignified. They did that very well.
Bonalone then approached the Leaders and asked humbly "Who have you chosen as your new Great Leader?" The oldest Leader steps forward and claims "We have chosen Rik Meleet!" The Council applauds and Rik Meleet steps forward and comes alongside Bonalone. Elder Bonalone turns to Rik Meleet and bows slightly, then returns his gaze to the Revolutionary, "You have chosen wisely."