“We have prepared a special bier to carry you to the feast,” Bane explained.
Akoni removed the door from the hut. Dread filled Sartin’s stomach. A grid of vines and palm fronds layin the courtyard outside his hut. A hush had settled on the village, the only ones around were the warriors and three other men appointed to escort Sartin to the feast.
“Where is everyone?” Sartin asked.
“The village awaits your presence on the beach. Tonight, we pay homage to you near the water from whereyou come,” Akoni said.
Akoni, Bane, and Moana guided Sartin to the middle of the net. The other three men pulled the lattice tight to create a platform. Sartin relaxed as they carried him through the jungle. Along the way, the song of Winter Beach beckoned to him. A pod of dolphins hovered outside of the outer island. If only he could escape, they could escort him to Winter Beach. His mother’s song was also alive in his head. As they drew near the beach, Sommar’s song became nearly deafening.