When the Rivers
ran and the Sky was blue there walked among the Wolflings a man named FireEye. It was said that his weary feet had travelled
the Four Paths each to its end and that his eyes could see beyond the bounds of
the World. So it was told and so, though
it be lies, it is told again.
When FireEye
was a child he sat up late beside the fire and listened to the songs of
Yesterday and Tomorrow and the tales of Now and Sometime, but mostly he loved
the Great Song, for it told of the Grey Wolf.
The Wolflings never tired of the tales which time had woven round the
Sacred One and so they told their children and one another, over and yet again,
of the doings and sayings of him whose gift to them was the World and whose
gift from the World was the Wolflings.
Whenever the Wolflings spoke of him they called him Lord Wolf, but few
ever considered what it meant to have a lord and many considered the Great Song
no more than a pretty tale about a good creature who may once have stalked the
Forest and then again may not have lived at all. But FireEye listened with his
heart as others heard only with their ears.
He knew that Grey Wolf was real and, more than other Wolflings, FireEye
believed the World still bore fresh paw prints of the Great One. And so the boy
resolved within himself and silently swore by his Grandfather’s bones that he
would hunt the Lord Wolf until he found him.
FireEye was
accounted a man and given a name when, in his fourteenth summer, he sat in the
circle of his people. As it came his
turn to lead the Great Song his mind wandered from Shakra the Badger (whose
unbelief was rebuked by the Lord Wolf himself) to Leaping Hart, the chieftain
whom FireEye knew to believe only in himself, and then to FireEye’s own heart
wherein exotic doubts danced like the flames which stirred in the evening
air. Silently the lad gave words to his
longing: “Show yourself, Lord Wolf; Oh, show yourself that I might see you.”
And then it happened, for in the eyes of one of the children and in the lined
face of the Lady Heron and in the hands of old Namhar, FireEye saw the paw
prints of the Sacred One. And there in the midst of the people stood the Grey
Wolf, his fur glistening in the fire which enveloped him. As his turn came, FireEye did not sing the
next verse of the Great Song but rather began:
Praised be the Fire in which I see
you
And blest my sisters and brothers
in whom I see you.
Holy is the World wherein you walk.
O Great Lord Wolf, I pray you,
Save your
people.
On he sang into
the night and many were uneasy but none would stop him. Though some longed for
him to be silent, yet was he then named among the shamans and called FireEye,
for it was in the Fire that he had seen the Wolf.
As the years
passed FireEye learned to track the Wolf as the hunter tracks the deer. Often
as he journeyed through the Forest the Lord Wolf would show himself and speak
to the shaman of things too beautiful and terrible to name. Then one day, as FireEye wandered beside a
stream, he beheld a shining trout darting among the shadows. Its look was not unknown to him.
Overcoming the dumbness of his wonder,
FireEye spoke to it thus: “My Lord, I know you but do not understand. You are
the Grey Wolf and the Speckled Fish.
Teach me.”
The Sacred One
answered, “I have always been more than the Wolf and now it is given to you to
know this.”
When FireEye
had pondered this great mystery he could contain it no longer, and so he
returned to the Wolflings and said to them, “The Lord Wolf is more than Wolf.”
They replied, “What
do you mean? This is nonsense. The Holy Wolf is the Holy Wolf, greatest of all
the creatures, always the same. Would you tell us the Wolf is not the Wolf?
Guard your tongue and take heed you do not lead our children astray.”
And so his
people frowned upon the shaman and he was confused. Did the Great One not promise he would lead
his people into Truth? Yet they would not hear this news. Could it be a deception, some wondrous lie to
drive the shaman mad?
But no, for the
Eagle came to FireEye also and said, “You have sought me everywhere. Do you
know me?”
The shaman
answered, “Yes, Lord, for you are Wolf and Greater than Wolf, Trout and Greater
than Trout, Eagle and Greater than Eagle.”
The Eagle said,
“Then trust me and be true.”
So FireEye held
fast to the Creature beyond the understanding of the Wolflings. Though some longed to believe him yet none
would forsake the Great Song as they had always known it. So finally the Wolflings ceased to listen to
the shaman. When their ears no longer
heard him and their eyes perceived him not, he said, “It is done. I cannot go back. To be faithful to the Grey Wolf I must also
be faithful to Greater than Wolf.
Because I am a Wolfling I am no longer a Wolfling. I must leave my people.” So, though we wept,
he left.
In time FireEye
came among the Children of the Eagle and they welcomed him as a Stranger and
bade him sit in their circle and sing the Great Song with them. The shaman
smiled and thanked them and joined in the singing, for though the Great Song
now told of the Mighty Eagle, FireEye had been blessed with a great secret and
he knew the Lord Eagle as he knew the Lord Wolf.
After some days
the Children of the Eagle spoke to him as follows: “Shaman, you seem to honor
the Lord Eagle.”
“I cannot do
otherwise,” FireEye replied.
“And yet you
were a Wolfling, were you not?”
“That is true,”
he answered.
“We would make
you one of us,” they continued, “but we must be certain of your loyalties. Are you still a Wolfling?”
“I fear I am
not,” he said.
And then the
Children of the Eagle asked the shaman whether the Great Song concerned the
Grey Wolf at all. FireEye dared not
betray the Sacred One in any guise, so he answered softly, “Yes.”
Then they said
to him, “Though you have come to know the Great Eagle, yet are you not one of
us.” They no longer called him shaman and they would not hear him speak.
FireEye’s heart was nigh unto breaking and he journeyed forth with tears
dimming the paw prints he once knew to follow.
One day as he
stood upon a great plain he lifted up his arms and said, “My Lord, you have been
kind to me and have let me see what few have seen. I have been true to you
though others have called me Liar and Fool. But I am a mere child of
Earth. Let me see you again and let me
die.”
Far off, near
the horizon, a speck appeared and as it came closer it grew until at last there
stood before the disgraced shaman a mighty Buffalo with horns and hooves of
gold. It spoke to him and said, “My
child, you shall die a thousand times before I gather you to myself. Meanwhile, as you love me, you must be
faithful to what you have seen since it is because I love you that I have shown
myself to you. And now you shall see me no more for you have learned to see me
always.” With that the Buffalo disappeared and FireEye stood alone yet not
alone on the plain.
When his soul
had quieted within him, the shaman turned and walked back toward the land of
the Wolflings, and the Children of the Eagle, and the Fisher Folk, and the Sun
People, and all the other Sons and Daughters of the Earth. Some laughed and most merely did not
listen. Yet FireEye the shaman-in-exile,
continued to serve the Buffalo Spirit (last Avatar in a New World) until he
came to the Final Mountain and passed beyond knowing. So it was told and so I tell it to you.
--12 July 1976 (with minor
editing 1 July 2016)
© Paul E. Strid
