e men have they slain.
{Red Cloud}
There will come a day when men will not slay
men and when all men will be brothers. And in
that day all men will plant acorns.
{Sun Man}
You speak well, brother.
{Red Cloud}
Ever was I for peace, but in war I did not command.
Ever I sought the secrets of the growing
things, the times and seasons for planting. Ever
I planted acorns, making two black oak trees
grow where one grew before. And now all is
ended. Oh my black oak acorns! My black
oak acorns! Who will plant them now?
{Sun Man}
Be of good cheer. We, too, are planters.
Rich is your land here. Not from poor soil can
such trees sprout heavenward. We will plant
many seeds and grow mighty harvests.
{Red Cloud}
I planted the short acorns in the valley. I
planted the long acorns in the valley. I made
food for life.
{Sun Man}
You planted well, brother, but not well enough.
It is for that reason that you pass. Your fat
valley grows food but for a handful of men. We
shall plant your fat valley and grow food for ten
thousand men.
{Red Cloud}
Ever I counseled peace and planting.
{Sun Man}
Some day all men will counsel peace. No
man will slay his fellow. All men will plant.
{Red Cloud}
But before that day you will slay, as you have
this day slain us?
{Sun Man}
You killed our brothers first. Blood-debts must
be paid. It is man's way upon the earth. But
more, O brother! We follow the sunset sun, and
the way before us is red with war. The way
behind us is white with peace. Ever, before
us, we make room for life. Ever we slay the
squalling crawling things of the wild. Ever we
clear the land and destroy the weeds that block
the way of life for the seeds we plant. We are
many, and many are our brothers that come after
along the way of peace we blaze. Where you
make two black oaks grow in the place of one,
we make an hundred. And where we make one
grow, our brothers who come after make an
hundred hundred.
{Red Cloud}
Truly are you the Sun Man. We knew about
you of old time. Our old men knew and sang of
you:
White and shining was the Sun Man,
Blue his eyes were as the sky-blue,
Bright his hair was as dry gra
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