"Damn it! Shameless! Rat-fish!... Ancestors! You featherless bird-brat, you actually dared ambush me! I'll chop off your head and kick it like a ball!!..."
"Wait! Ancestors! Uncle feather, just now it was... it was a slip of the hand... the warriors fired those arrows on their own, out of righteous anger! You're my uncle, I really didn't order anyone to harm you. How would I dare?!... Main God as my witness! Listen to my orders—this time, no one is allowed to loose arrows!..."
In front of Tin River Stockade, where river and sea met in a surging clash, the sea wind howled and swept through. Feather Prince Penguari was still badly shaken; after dodging two feathered arrows that had grazed past his hair, he kept touching his own head again and again!
If the wind had not been so strong today, if his bird's-nest hairstyle had not interfered with their aim, if his knees had not gone weak and dropped him instantly to the ground... then he would have been hit just now, and right in the forehead! He had spent his whole life shooting geese and trapping people; he had never imagined that here on the edge of this Great River, he would nearly have his eye pecked out by a bird-brat!...
Under the hurried protection of his clan guards, Feather Penguari scrambled and rolled, retreating thirty or forty steps in a flash, his heart still trembling. First he was shocked and furious, then he flew into a rage, and at last he glared fixedly at the walls of Tin River Stockade and began cursing Little Crow Xiteweiwei, who wore a startled, worried look.
"Pah! Little Crow, who did you learn such shamelessness from? Does Old Crow know about this in the Divine Kingdom? Are you really his own