make. Texoje looked up to his chief, Changing Sky, who wasstaring down at him.Texoje stood. Only the leather skin hanging from his beltcovered his nakedness."Will you do it, Texoje of Tse?" Changing Sky asked. "Visitthe New People?""I'll do it," Texoje said, if only to show Changing Sky hewas brave enough to say it. If only for the hope that his motherwas smiling at him."New People" was the name most of the village had settledon for the visitors. Supposedly, they lived across the ravine,over the plain and on the other side of the river. It had beendetermined the previous night at the sit-down with the men thatsomeone would be chosen to make this journey, crossing the riverat the nearest point, then move back up the river, following thethick of trees on the banks until they found the New Peoplevillage. Changing Sky had sent everyone to bed with a promise tomake a decision on who the emissary would be in the morning.As Texoje slipped through the woods near the village, hetried to push away the other names people had whispered aroundtheir fires all that night: Those With One Eye, Backward Ankle,Inside-Out Heart. But the truth was only one person had seen theNew People, Little Grass Blade.