Chapter Twenty-one
The tension in the meeting tent was heavy ,like a smock soaked in cold water . It hung in the air ,ebbing with words and frantic gesticulations of the seventeen Clan Heads who sat on their various goatskins. After sitting in the meeting tent all day and observing the proceedings with a critical eye ,Carothu had reached one conclusion . Everyone was after his own agenda. And that was a fact . It was obvious on the surface that they all wanted the same thing ,but deep down they each wanted their own ways of doing things to bind the behavior of the new council.