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Show 17 ( they too knew this to be so. "Do we allow this flow of anger to go unchecked forever, my friends?" Henry asked again, considering Roa's superstitious statement lightly. "We must never give un hone in our beliefs, or our spirits will shrivel and die," ^oa said. "R'ill you discuss this grave nrohlem with our <"-rand-mother Wetekia, who is wise with the years?" "Is it safe for me to come into your village now?" asked Henry. "I will guarantee your safety." "I am honored," said Wetekia, "at this surnrise visit by our Pakeha friend, Henrv Busbv. But I feel there is more to this visit than sociability." "You are correct, old x«roman," said Roa, using the respectful term. "We seek the wise counsel of your years." "You flatter..-a tired, old woman. I shall be most hanpy to discuss your concerns. Sneak of them." Roa began. "War and killing are rampant among the tribes of our ox\n people, and betx-reen us and the Pakeha. We grew sick over it, and believe it must be stopped. Are we wrong in thinking peace can |
