October 12, 2007
The Year of the 17 Moons
Blue moonYou saw me standing aloneWithout a dream in my heartWithout a love of my own...Blue moonYou knew just what I was there forYou heard me saying a prayer forSomeone I really could care for.- Lorenz / Hart -"Kazhuye.....
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October 12, 2007
Aiyana Cooks
Cornwall and the other men ribbed me mercilessly when I arrived with a woman they'd never seen before. With thousands and thousands of Tuchuks, it is impossible for everyone to know everyone. But those in my own particular...
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October 12, 2007
Supper At My Fire
He was eating a piece of bosk meat in the Tuchuk fashion, holding the meat in his left hand and between his teeth, and cutting pieces from it with a quiva scarcely a quarter inch from his lips, then chewing the severed bite...
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October 11, 2007
The Wintering
At last, seventeen days after the first snows, the edges of the herds began to reach their winter pastures far north of Turia, approaching the equator from the south. Here the snow was little more than a frost that melted...
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October 10, 2007
The Weaver
Tuchuk women, unveiled, in their long leather dresses, long hair bound in braids, tended cooking pots hung on tem-wood tripods over dung fires. These women were unscarred, but like the bosk themselves, each wore a nose ring....
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October 9, 2007
The Singer's Song
"The ear of his kaiila is notched," I said to Grunt. "Is that an eccentric mutilation or is it deliberate, perhaps meaningful?""It is meaningful," said Grunt. "It marks the kaiila as a prize animal, one especially trained...
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October 9, 2007
Homecoming
There are few things more impressive than the sight of a large Tuchuk encampment springing up out of the desolate prairies of Gor. Composed of thousands of wagons, each gaily painted, and some with roofs of gold brocade,...
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October 8, 2007
Sky
The Wagon People sometimes pray to the "Spirit of the Sky." They are said to dance to "please the sky." They reverence the sky, and their mythology says that the rain created all things. They pray only when mounted on their...
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October 7, 2007
Into The Great Wide Open...
Under them skies of blueOut in the great wide openA rebel without a clue- Tom Petty -For a moment, just one split second of time... I was certain the Bead Maker would be trampled to a bloody pulp beneath my Necessity's great...
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