{"id":21081,"date":"2022-11-04T14:00:34","date_gmt":"2022-11-04T18:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=21081"},"modified":"2022-11-18T00:44:07","modified_gmt":"2022-11-18T05:44:07","slug":"the-kingdom-of-tokavsk-session-v-the-golden-hawk-part-ii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2022\/11\/04\/the-kingdom-of-tokavsk-session-v-the-golden-hawk-part-ii\/","title":{"rendered":"The Kingdom of Tokavsk, Session 5: The Golden Hawk, Part II"},"content":{"rendered":"

The chief returned to his people and told them they were to go west, as he had received a vision1<\/sup><\/p>\n

The people understood he was leading them to a better future and followed him without complaint.\u00a0 They gathered what few things they had and set out west through the forest that day and set off just before the sun dipped behind the trees.\u00a0 For many days they traveled, guided only by the direction of the sun and the silhouette of a hawk that always flew just on the edge of their sightline.\u00a0 Some said it was gold, others bronze; one said the hawk was as black as night.\u00a0 The only certainty of the hawk was that it was present no matter the hour.<\/p>\n

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One night after a long day of travel, the chief had a dream.\u00a0 In it, a golden hawk emerged from a liquid moon framed by a sky sark and silent as waves.\u00a0 He saw tongues of smoke rise from the hawk\u2019s plumage and heard a muted roil as though he was underwater.\u00a0 He looked at the bird again and realized it was the same Hawk who had given him his mission.\u00a0 Upon making this discovery, the Hawk spoke to the chief inside his mind:\u00a0 \u201cRemember you must die in order to save your people.\u201d\u00a0 Then the Hawk vanished, and the chief woke up.<\/p>\n

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The chief continued on his journey without fearing the Hawk\u2019s warning.\u00a0 He felt invigorated by his purpose and was eager to share his newfound hope with his people.\u00a0 But by and by, the chief noticed his body was growing weaker.\u00a0 It was gradual at first, feeling tired earlier in the day and moving more slowly than he had before, but then his weakness grew.\u00a0 He became thin and pale and had to be supported lest he get left behind.\u00a0 He rapidly developed a cough that nothing could remedy.\u00a0 The people feared for his life and their own futures, as the chief was young and had no heir.\u00a0 The chief told them not to be afraid, for his fate was to be different than theirs, but there would be a paradise for them all in the end.<\/p>\n

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The people came to a place where the trees thinned and a cold stream cut through the land like a liquid knife.\u00a0 Low hills sloped from the banks, and snow drifted from the trees in showers of light.\u00a0 By now, the chief was so weak that he was bedridden and only opened his eyes to say all would be alright.\u00a0 When the people approached the river, he stirred, a smile upon his bloodless lips.\u00a0 \u201cWe are here,\u201d he rasped, and breathed his last.\u00a0 They buried him below a pine, and as they were digging someone pointed to something across the river.\u00a0 There, nestled amidst the newly disturbed snow and the immortal firs, was an old building atop which perched a golden hawk.<\/p>\n

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  1. The meaning of this word is unclear; it is an archaic term that appears to have meant \u201cdream,\u201d \u201cvision,\u201d and \u201csight\u201d depending on the context. It refers to both literal and figurative seeing, which makes its translation rather difficult.<\/sub><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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