Ynggi sat on top of it, testing the sound of the bottom pipes with a stick that had a knob at the end. And impressive sound it was, too, hollow and sonorous.
“Er, I don’t think that is such a good idea,” I said, in the doorway.
All of the Pengali turned to the door, four sets of huge brown eyes with almost no whites. Idda sat on the bed, next to Abri, who gave me a “why ever not?” look.
“People will be going to sleep soon.”
“We need to have a meeting of minds,” Ynggi said, tapping one of the pipes at the top. It made a higher-pitched, hollow sound.
“Yes,” Abri said. “We are much worried that these people don’t believe us and cannot be appeased in ways we understand.”
And of course, the traditional use for the betanka was a structured format to have discussions within the tribe.
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