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Show V - and my uncle. There must be a reuniting with our loved ones again in some far off land. Do you not think it possible? The kaumatua hinted at it in his incantation." "You amaze me with your questions," his father answered sternly. "Our tradition teaches us that death and darkness are one, and the dead can never return from the land of Pp." "But is tradition always right, my father?" "Hush! You are nuestioning sacred things. You speak like a woman, Questioning everything. It is for a man to accept and to act. Women might waste their hours in pondering if they wish, but for a man, my son, he must act." The belongings of the dead man were Placed In the grave beside him: his feathered, cloak of authority his weapons of battle and a few sacred keeosakes. The mourners began to march in column, each halting in front of the grave to tangi in their high nitched wailing for the dead. Some would pause and perform swaying movements with their bodies to accompany the wailing: and some made curious nuiver-ing movements with their hands. |
