“You have displeased the spirits, Motoko.” The tribal elder spoke in the deep smooth tone characteristic of one induced by the spirit-weed. “It is for this reason your daughter suffers from the red fever.”
Motoko humbly allowed the reprimand.
The elder continued, “The spirits demand a sacrifice to save your daughter. They demand a demonstration of skill. You must compete in the ancient rite of bo’ling and score above a two hundred. Also the spirits say it would be totally awesome if you bo’led a ter-ki.”
Motoko smiled. Those bo’ling classes in college were about to pay off.
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