{"id":629,"date":"2015-08-10T20:28:38","date_gmt":"2015-08-10T20:28:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/richardabbott.datascenesdev.com\/blog\/?p=629"},"modified":"2015-08-10T20:28:38","modified_gmt":"2015-08-10T20:28:38","slug":"interview-labayu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/richardabbott.datascenesdev.com\/blog\/index.php\/2015\/08\/10\/interview-labayu\/","title":{"rendered":"Interview – Labayu"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Here is the next in the series of character studies from The Flame Before Us<\/em>, presented in the form of interviews.<\/p>\n

Today\u2019s interview is with Labayu, a Kinahny man who grew up in Kephrath, but until recently was living among the northern tribes of the Ibriym, in the Galil region. He has recently moved back to Giybon, largest of the Four Towns.<\/p>\n

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I had been directed to one of the houses in Giybon, but Labayu was not at home. His wife, Ashtartiy, makes me welcome with mint tea and some raisins, and then settles me outside. The corner of the house shades me from the afternoon sun, and a spreading rose curls above the door lintel. Ashtartiy’s mother is inside, and two children, but it is clear that I am not to join them. Domestic conversation floats intermittently out of the door, and I drift on an autumnal reverie.<\/p>\n

Finally I see Labayu approaching from the town gate. He strides up to me, welcomes me enthusiastically, and sits beside me. One of the children runs out to hug him, watching me covertly before dashing in again.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you been here long, sir? I was setting snares along the ridge north from here and forgot the time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot long, and I have been made welcome.\u201d I remember just in time that in his tradition, the house belongs to Ashtartiy rather than him. \u201cYour lady wife has shown me the hospitality of her home. I was not sure if I would find you here. They told me in Shalem that you were often away from the town for weeks on end.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot so much just now. Until early this year I was living north of here, in Ramath-Galil, west of Kinreth. I led a band of men who protected the northern borders of the Land. The Sons of Anath, they called us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour family were there as well?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nods.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Ashtartiy hated it. The Ibriym tribes up there have no respect for our customs, and refused to give her honour as mother of the house. As soon as we heard the first rumours of trouble she came back here to her mother\u2019s house. I persevered and stayed longer, but now here I am, as you see.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe trouble you mention: that was when the Sherden and their fighting cousins first came into the land?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no, it was before then. The king of Hatsor heard news of their approach before we did, and set out to scour the land for men to force into his army. Little good it did him, though, for the newcomers swept his troops away with all the rest. But Ashtartiy left at that early stage, in case I needed to escape in haste out into the wilderness.\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused, thinking back. Keen to keep the conversation going, I rush on.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut when these newcomers arrived you were away from that village, I hear.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes indeed. The headman, Pedayah was his name, he led his people south to avoid the fight. I stayed there to scout what was happening. And because Abiy\u2019el, the warleader of the Ibriym at that time, he wanted me to see if a covenant treaty might be cut. We had no idea who they were, you see, and we had no idea that they were made up of different tribes themselves.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWere you able to make peace?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot then. Not ever, with some of their tribes. But we came to an agreement with the Sherden, after a while.\u201d<\/p>\n

He pauses, apparently wondering if he should continue, and then rushes on.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was the one who was first able to come to peace with them. It was in Shalem. I had pursued a small group of them there with a handful of my men, thinking that they were the enemy. But the people I met wanted peace, and a place to settle quietly on the other side of the River. I spoke with them, and realised that we could find common ground with them. But as for their distant cousins, who fought the Mitsriy along the Sea Road and settled on the coastal plain: with them I fear there will always be hostility.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt the village cistern they told me that your men did not all agree with this treaty.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey did not. That covenant cost me the friendship of a man I had known all my life. Shimmigar, he was called. He could not forgive these newcomers for an act of cruelty, and he will not accept that they are not all alike. He has not spoken to me since the day we cut the covenant with the Sherden. He stayed in the north of the land, to carry on the fight. I hope he still lives.\u201d<\/p>\n

He falls silent for a while, and his face shows the grief of the broken companionship. I let him reminisce for a while before I speak again.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me of the Sons of Anath.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh yes. It was Abiy\u2019el\u2019s idea in the first place. He wanted a band of hunters who would protect his people on the fringes of their settled land. North, south and west towards the sea. Not so much east, as many of his kindred still live there. But so few of the Ibriym had any of the necessary talents to fulfil such a task, and so it fell mostly to Kinahny men who were their allies. He called this band the Sons of Anath, so that we would feel that it was our heritage as well as his. I was a hunter and trapper, and my father before me, and he chose me to lead the men in the north.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut here you are back in Giybon.\u201d<\/p>\n

He grins, and waves a hand at one of the passing village men.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd very glad to be here. Ashtartiy grew to hate Ramath-Galil quicker than I, but I was not far behind her. It is no place for a man or woman raised in the Four Towns. But that aside, the Sons of Anath had been Abiy\u2019el\u2019s idea, as I said. Now that he has lost his place as warleader, the Ibriym do not know whether to keep the tradition alive or not. Some say one thing and some another, and until they are of one mind I have returned to my traps and snares. And the home of my wife, which I came to miss very greatly in that time out in the wilderness.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you do it again, if they asked you?\u201d<\/p>\n

He pauses for a long time. His two children bring us each another beaker of mint tea. The sun slips down towards the wooded ridges. I look around, knowing that Shalem is away in the distance ahead of me, but unable to see any part of it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI maintain my friendship with the Sherden, you know. It was Towanos who first spoke with me, that day in Shalem. I had gone to that room all ready to be their enemy, and to arouse the king of Shalem against them. My heart was changed there by all that I saw and heard. Towanos was the first of the Sherden to take the time to speak with me. We found that we shared a great deal in common.\u201d<\/p>\n

We fall silent again. Finally he returns to my question.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think not. I was willing to try it for Abiy\u2019el, because I respected him. And he respected us. But the Ibriym cannot agree amongst themselves just now, and I do not know who will emerge as their warleader. We are their covenant allies, and at need we will fight beside them. But just now, I do not think that I would go out into the wilderness again as I did before. My place is here, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo these last few months have changed you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBeyond measure. Beyond anything that I imagined at the time. When I was roaming in the north of the land, looking for these strangers who seemed to be invading our land, then when I was rushing south to find Abiy\u2019el and saw the tents and camps of the Ibriym who had fled their homes, something changed for me. There was one night when we saw the signs of a town on fire, my men and I. It was near to Shalem; we feared it might be our homes here in the Four Towns. In fact it was a small village of Shalem, set alight by desperate Ibriym men, and nothing to do with the newcomers. But after that night I decided that I would not leave my home town again except for the most severe need.\u201d<\/p>\n

He glances in to where Ashtartiy had come to the door to watch the two of us.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am content here, in a way that I never was before. But see, my wife has finished preparing our meal. You will join us, I hope?\u201d<\/p>\n

We get up and go inside the house, ducking under the limbs of the rose, heavy with the season\u2019s hips.<\/p>\n

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This is the last of the current series of interviews – later in the year I hope to do some more with other characters.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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