Crow looked up and to the north. There, high above him, Grandfather Eagle was diving straight on toward the river below. Crow watched in a mesmerized amazement as Eagle waited until the very last possible moment to pull out of his dive, talons outstretched toward the water. Then, with hardly a ripple, Eagle plucked a salmon from the water, and with powerful wings, pulled himself into the air.
Crow would have applauded if he could, but he was content to caw five times rapidly as a kind of Crow accolade. The sound shattered the river channel. Eagle responded immediately by arcing up and to the left circling back toward crow. “Brother Crow!” he shouted as he circled around. “Great to see you … What brings you this far north?”
“A Council has been called and you are need to preside. Creator would have us choose only seven to accompany Brother Francis to the Holy Crusades to minister to the injured of all sides. There are already many disputes. Can you fly with me now?”
“Of course, we must go straight away. The longer a dispute remains unresolved, the worse it can get!”
So the pair headed south with Eagle literally flying circles so that Crow could keep up.
(to be continuing)
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