That scared her, but she went ahead with her plan, pray to her God.
At first she prayed silently, but realized that only Cliff Hawk could understand her, so she might as pray a real prayer. Emotions were erupting from the core of her being. This was not a very religious prayer.
"Jesus Christ! Why, why, why am I here!? What are You asking me to do?! You send me here to this archaic people, they expect me to save them! I can’t! Why me?! WHY? WHY? WHY?"
At this point she broke down and cried, retching in turmoil. Cliff Hawk held her, while the others stared.
Out of the northwest, from behind Squaw Mountain, a thick fog moved in covering the whole valley.
Rama-ho glanced at Chief Flaming Eagle, "It works. She is the one!" He smiled for the first time since Cliff Hawk returned.
Cliff Hawk gently nudged Lianne. She looked at him and then at the elders, they were excited and pleased. Fog still covered the whole area, she wasn’t sure what to do next, so she looked to the tall brave for ideas.
He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head as if to say, try this.
He gently blew through pursed lips. Lianne imitated him. Verses that she had read while doing research at the library came to her, so she recited them:
"There lie the ditches
And among them I am walking.
And among them I am breathing,
Heading the water."
"There lie the ditches
And I stood in the midst.
I’m making the wind blow,
I’m making the water go."
Lianne continued to blow and a breeze gently blew from out of the west.
"By the side of the river there lies a canal.
In that canal the water is making signs
Of pretty decoration.
There lie the canals,
And in the midst of these I stand
Making water--hair snakes."
The natives heard these verses in their own language and the water flowed in great quantity after this. They were all astonished. The breeze grew into a great tempest, then there was an earthquake.
Tawquahdahmawk seemed as surprised as everyone else, but was overjoyed that her God had come through in her time of need, their time of need.
"Bring Tawquahdahmawk to where you found her. Thank you for your work. Remember us if you come through again. She must go home now." Flaming Eagle told Cliff Hawk after the wind and shaking stopped. The fog was slowly clearing out,
but visibility was still only about a half mile.
"Go. She has done what the gods have sent her to do," Rama-ho agreed. They bowed as Lianne walked away.
They had to travel to the opposite side of Squaw Mountain, over an hour’s journey.
Her long straight white hair was blowing in the wind. Creased forehead, raised eyebrows and the most intense brown eyes in creation. Long narrow nose with a mole on the end of it, was scrunched up with her expression. Pursed, cracked and pink lips seemed to be set permanently in this mold.
Imagined or real she was an intimidating sight as she approached.
Martha wasn't too sure that she was safe. She always felt safe when Clay her husband drove, but now that he was gone...Murphy her Kerry Blue Terrier took the wheel and showed signs of being quite a good driver!
It was either that or have him knit the sweater that she was working on and that was preposterous--a male learning to knit!
They had places to go and people to visit and all sorts of things to deliver to those people, so this made perfect sense, at least to her.
When other cars passed them on the highway the folks inside them would honk and cheer, Martha wasn't sure if they were fellow Tea Party members or dog lovers. She told Murphy to honk back, but he just rolled the window down and barked.