"The tribe has always moved," K'ile spoke suddenly. His voice was slow as ever, deep and measured, but carried in the morning air. "There's no problem with that. Trading is good. Hunting different game is fine. Our souls are not bound to any particular point in Sagoli. The sun," he flicked the staff so it spat sparks and light, "Moves the same in the north desert as it does in the south. Our hunting grounds shift and twist with the passing years, but the sun must ever find us on the land of our own tribe. We cannot live on land owned by another. Think about it.
"We earn our food by hunting. We earn our water and land by serving Azeyma and the sands. But to live on land and eat food earned by a man? How will we earn these things from that man? We would have put him over us, and he would own our means of life. Our way, then, would be to serve him. Even if he were purely generous and did not require it, our very culture would require that we earn from him what he gives. In truth, it does not matter whether the man is benevolent or not. Our ways would be forever altered.
"And this is the greatest weakness of the suggestion: there are too many alternatives. We are not yet crawling in the sand, starving but for the succor of a rich Ul'dahn. We are strong and well. We can own our land and own our livings."
His pacing took him behind K'haali, and he looked down at her. The woman was one of K'thalen's last remaining daughters, and she demonstrated all the temperance and grounding his brother had once concealed behind smiles and games. "If Haali says we can trade in Ul'dah, then it is so. I've no doubt of that. There are so many places to go and paths to take, that to even consider embracing land and food given to us by a man... I cannot see reason in it."
"We earn our food by hunting. We earn our water and land by serving Azeyma and the sands. But to live on land and eat food earned by a man? How will we earn these things from that man? We would have put him over us, and he would own our means of life. Our way, then, would be to serve him. Even if he were purely generous and did not require it, our very culture would require that we earn from him what he gives. In truth, it does not matter whether the man is benevolent or not. Our ways would be forever altered.
"And this is the greatest weakness of the suggestion: there are too many alternatives. We are not yet crawling in the sand, starving but for the succor of a rich Ul'dahn. We are strong and well. We can own our land and own our livings."
His pacing took him behind K'haali, and he looked down at her. The woman was one of K'thalen's last remaining daughters, and she demonstrated all the temperance and grounding his brother had once concealed behind smiles and games. "If Haali says we can trade in Ul'dah, then it is so. I've no doubt of that. There are so many places to go and paths to take, that to even consider embracing land and food given to us by a man... I cannot see reason in it."
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