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she hated that is was taking over her every waking, and dreaming thought as well.
“I’ll just go and get set up” Emmeline said tactfully, her full skirt whisking up the dust as she whirled a bemused looking child inside with her.
“A play?” he queried.
“Yes, a play. They did a performance of Macbeth; it was wonderful. You remember we read the plays of Shakespeare?”
“Yes, I didn’t realise that there was a way to enjoy them other than reading them. It was wonderful fun. You made us all take a part.”
“Yes, the troop didn’t just read them, though. They acted them out, brought the words to life. Oh Amitola – I wonder if I could convince them to come out here to perform for the children? It would be so wonderful for them to see it done properly.”
“It sounds wonderful, a real celebration. We often have gatherings where we dance or act out the old legends. It would be wonderful to see how your people do it,” he said with a cheeky grin, the tension between them finally breaking down a little as they got caught up in the passion Eliza felt for something else. They had often laughed about the differences between their traditions and habits, and marvelled at how many there were that they held in common, but that was before. It was wonderful to be doing it once more.
“I will ask them as soon as I return from school today,” she vowed. “They wanted to stay in town for a few days, so if I can maybe arrange it for tomorrow evening? Would you be able to arrange things here if I send word of what they will need?”
“Tell me what I need to arrange and it is done,” he said humbly.
The note saying that the troop had agreed to perform out on the reservation came via Judd the next morning. Amitola took the news to the children who became terribly excited – he hadn’t wanted to get their hopes up until he was certain that such a thing would actually occur. Many townspeople had fears about coming out there and justifiably so – they had not always received the most resounding of welcomes. He prepared according to the instructions Eliza had given him in her letter and awaited the arrival of the wagon she said they would use as a stage. They arrived just before sundown and began to set themselves up in the clearing he had cleared of debris and stones so the children would have somewhere comfortable to sit. They lit large gas lamps at the edge of the wagon, as he lit a large fire to keep people warm and to give some light. He watched the players disappear into the school to get themselves ready just as Judd and Emmeline joined him with big smiles and baby Gwen snugly wrapped in her papoose against her mother’s chest. He chucked the baby on the cheek, and kissed her mother gently on the forehead. “So glad you could all come,” he said warmly. Judd chuckled.
“We wouldn’t miss this for anything. Not much happens out here after all these days. Maybe we need to start the wars again just so we have something to talk about again!” he joked irreverently. Amitola knew his friend was joking, but was all too aware of the continuing battles happening in other parts of the west and the bands in his own tribe that wished to commence hostilities again. It never ceased to amaze him that so many people could think that peace and living in tandem was the lesser of the two options.
The children began to arrive, and he was surprised to see how many of their parents had chosen to join them. It was clearly going to be a wonderful night, and he was proud to have been involved in making something so special happen for them. He ushered Judd and Emmeline towards a large log that he had set up nice and close to the fire so that baby Gwen would stay snug in the cold night air. He turned in time to see Reverend Gillespie and Eliza arrive in their little buggy. They were unexpectedly followed by a number of the townspeople. This was a surprise and he hoped that there would be no trouble. Eliza looked radiant but
“I’ll just go and get set up” Emmeline said tactfully, her full skirt whisking up the dust as she whirled a bemused looking child inside with her.
“A play?” he queried.
“Yes, a play. They did a performance of Macbeth; it was wonderful. You remember we read the plays of Shakespeare?”
“Yes, I didn’t realise that there was a way to enjoy them other than reading them. It was wonderful fun. You made us all take a part.”
“Yes, the troop didn’t just read them, though. They acted them out, brought the words to life. Oh Amitola – I wonder if I could convince them to come out here to perform for the children? It would be so wonderful for them to see it done properly.”
“It sounds wonderful, a real celebration. We often have gatherings where we dance or act out the old legends. It would be wonderful to see how your people do it,” he said with a cheeky grin, the tension between them finally breaking down a little as they got caught up in the passion Eliza felt for something else. They had often laughed about the differences between their traditions and habits, and marvelled at how many there were that they held in common, but that was before. It was wonderful to be doing it once more.
“I will ask them as soon as I return from school today,” she vowed. “They wanted to stay in town for a few days, so if I can maybe arrange it for tomorrow evening? Would you be able to arrange things here if I send word of what they will need?”
“Tell me what I need to arrange and it is done,” he said humbly.
The note saying that the troop had agreed to perform out on the reservation came via Judd the next morning. Amitola took the news to the children who became terribly excited – he hadn’t wanted to get their hopes up until he was certain that such a thing would actually occur. Many townspeople had fears about coming out there and justifiably so – they had not always received the most resounding of welcomes. He prepared according to the instructions Eliza had given him in her letter and awaited the arrival of the wagon she said they would use as a stage. They arrived just before sundown and began to set themselves up in the clearing he had cleared of debris and stones so the children would have somewhere comfortable to sit. They lit large gas lamps at the edge of the wagon, as he lit a large fire to keep people warm and to give some light. He watched the players disappear into the school to get themselves ready just as Judd and Emmeline joined him with big smiles and baby Gwen snugly wrapped in her papoose against her mother’s chest. He chucked the baby on the cheek, and kissed her mother gently on the forehead. “So glad you could all come,” he said warmly. Judd chuckled.
“We wouldn’t miss this for anything. Not much happens out here after all these days. Maybe we need to start the wars again just so we have something to talk about again!” he joked irreverently. Amitola knew his friend was joking, but was all too aware of the continuing battles happening in other parts of the west and the bands in his own tribe that wished to commence hostilities again. It never ceased to amaze him that so many people could think that peace and living in tandem was the lesser of the two options.
The children began to arrive, and he was surprised to see how many of their parents had chosen to join them. It was clearly going to be a wonderful night, and he was proud to have been involved in making something so special happen for them. He ushered Judd and Emmeline towards a large log that he had set up nice and close to the fire so that baby Gwen would stay snug in the cold night air. He turned in time to see Reverend Gillespie and Eliza arrive in their little buggy. They were unexpectedly followed by a number of the townspeople. This was a surprise and he hoped that there would be no trouble. Eliza looked radiant but
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