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Cover art: David Wilhelmsen
Blurb: “It was said among the tribes that long ago, some Onhla had been taken to a far place named Insgar. No one knew where Insgar was, or why they had gone. This was never said. All anyone knew was that Insgar was far away, somewhere beyond the stars, and no one had ever gone there and returned... The tale of Insgar was a dubious one, not a true legend preserved in the knots. Onhla did not need or want the other worlds. They had a good world, good partners and hunting beasts, and felt no desire to walk through strange weathers or hunt in unfamiliar forests. Such were not their ways.
But if one were the last Onhla, one had other duties. Hult understood them only faintly now, and was confused. They seemed to bind him to the planet at the same time they urged him out-ward. He thought of the dreamers, forever unheeded because their last hope had fled to another world; and then he thought of the duty of restoration. The old saying was clear: "In the begin-ning, hunter; in the midlight, guide and progenitor; then the gathering dark and the long dream." For the few, new life and new wisdom followed the haldrim. But that happened rarely and the way was painful. Better to fulfill one's duties and hope for a long and peaceful dreamtime.
He was in the haldrim now, and his duty was to create a new tribe. To do this, he had to find an Onhla partner. The pelts of the gorwol could buy him passage anywhere, and bring him back to Hraggellon. If there were indeed lost Onhla on Insgar-on any world-he would find them and bring them back to the homeworld where they belonged. There would be a new beginning.
It must be done, and only Hult could do it....”