Shuvog, chieftain of the Black Arrow Tribe, sat across from Shular. They were in the shaman’s hut, a rare occurrence for such a meeting as they would usually meet in the chieftain’s home.
“He is not yet old enough,” argued Urgon’s mother, ignoring his presence.
“Yet Urzath stated he is ready.”
“The fact still remains he is a youngling. He still has some months before he must face his ordeal.”
The chieftain stretched her back, then looked over at Urgon. “He showed remarkable fortitude and perseverance. Had he not done so, both he and Urzath might have perished. He has saved not only himself but a valued member of our tribe.”
“Is it not for me to determine when he faces his ordeal? I am his mother. I should have the final word.”
“Ordinarily, I would agree, but his actions demonstrate h
