In September, four longships from the Kingdom continued their journey from the camp at South Port, bidding farewell to the newly established camp of thatched huts, and to fifty crew members from the Kingdom on the shore, along with a dozen newly joined tribal women.
"We came from the North… They go northward… We reached the river, that's where the tribes parted!… In the black forests, on the white beaches, in the autumn and winter cold winds, such partings are just like those of our ancestors!…"
The Elder of the Kus people, Wokey, led over a hundred tribespeople, singing farewell songs to friends and family. The guttural tone filled with plosive, fricative, and nasal sounds carried a deep and desolate flavor. The language of the Kus people is a unique Coosan branch, unlike the surrounding tribes. These ancient songs seem to hide some unique secrets, the origins of ancient tribes… but they have dissipated over generations, becoming difficult to hear again.
