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The Interlopers II By R. I. Hernandez Canaan von Gradwitz stared to the direction his father had gone thru a path in the woods. His gaze was intent, the gaze of a hunter, his father had said, intent and patient. “Canaan, it’s getting colder. Daddy won’t be here soon, he’s guarding the forest against the Znaeym.” Canaan turned his head sharply to his sister Sarai. “Don’t say their name,” he said spitting to the floor in a disgusted gesture, too vulgar for such a small child, “call them them.” Sarai rolled her eyes. “You’re exaggerating.” Canaan stood suddenly and grabbed her by the shoulders. “A war is not an exaggeration.” Sarai shrugged in his arms, but stared back at him. “This is not a war Canaan.” Canaan shook his head and let go of her. “Remember what they did to Grandma Mei?” Sarai looked down. “They jumped her in our own forest, Sarai, that’ wrong, they’re bad.” Sarai shook her head in sad disappointment and walked away. There were some rushing in the nearby trees and out came Canaan’s father’s men. Canaan stood suddenly from the log he’d been sitting on and quickly searched for his father. “Where’s father?” he cried to no one in particular. The man in front stopped with Canaan. “We didn’t see him, we expected him to have come back to the village.” Canaan shuddered in preoccupation. “He’s not here, he hasn’t arrived.” The man who’s name Canaan couldn’t recall, placed a comforting hand in his shoulder and looked towards the horizon, the sun right above the top of the trees. “It’s getting dark.” Canaan’s nerves talked. “Don’t worry son, knowing your father he stayed behind chasing after deer.” Canaan nodded sharply once, the man’s hand dropped and he walked away. “Canaan, come have your dinner, son!” cried Canaan’s mother from a nearby log house which was theirs. “I’m coming!” cried Canaan back and slowly turned his gaze from the forest, even if he didn’t want to. Lesli, Canaan’s mother, reached past Sarai to kiss Canaan’s forehead. She kissed Sarai and tucked in the covers at their sides very tightly. She embraced both with her arms. “I love you two, sweet dreams.” Canaan tried to wiggle to put distance between him and his sister. “But momma, daddy still doesn’t arrive!” cried Sarai. “Don’t worry,” replied Lesli as she tucked in again what Canaan had loosened, “he’ll arrive soon, a group was sent to look for him, maybe he got lost a bit.” Canaan blinked several times knowing that couldn’t be true. “But momma, dad knows all the forest like the palm of his hand, that can’t be possible.” Lesli frowned, but she wasn’t angry, she was concerned at the truth of it. Miles away, Torance von Gradwitz with his brother Znai and his cousin Kare, rifles in hand, entered a clearing. Znai shook his head. “This is useless; he’s nowhere to be found.” Torance squinted into the night, he was near-sighted. “Don’t give up, brother, we’ll find him.” Kare was walking a few yards in front of them, he was young, and it had been the first time they’d let him be so late in the woods. He broke into a jog towards a fallen tree. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of blood. “Ugh. Torance, Znai, come over here, I think a wolf might have killed a deer…even if it looks like too much blood to be of just one…” He froze realizing what it really was. Who it was. He felt his head go light and his stomach begin to feel nauseated. As Torance and Znai neared, Kare walked towards a tree and rested his back on the bark, knowing that what he had seen would be engraved in his head for the rest of his life. Judi Znaeym rocked her baby in her thin and fragile arms, while she sang a soft lullaby. Her oldest son, close to man, was sitting across the table from her brother in law. Judi looked at the window, wrinkles of worry in her face. Her brother-in-law saw her and felt a deep anguish. “Don’t worry Judi,” he said softly, “he’ll be fine.” Judi’s wrinkles carved deeper. Zic Znaeym, the oldest son, sighed deeply, feeling extremely powerless. He looked hopefully at his uncle. “And if we go look for him?” Just then, a knock sounded in the door. Lamps of houses around flickered on. Judi looked thru the window. In the window in front a woman stood with wide eyes, she blinked several times, and then hid. Judi couldn’t see who was outside unless she opened the door. She stood. Zic reached the door first and it open. There stood Torance and Znai von Gradwitz. He frowned angrily and in a blink his uncle was at his side. “What are you von Gradwitz doing here? Not happy with stealing our land now you want us to worship you, too?” barked angrily Zic’s uncle. To their surprise both von Gradwitz took off their hats and looked down humbly. “We found your husband Mrs.Znaeym.” Torance von Gradwitz said quietly. He hesitated in continuing. Judi’s eyes shined happily, but when she met Torance’s eyes here eyes began to stream tears uncontrollably and she held against her brother-in-law’s chest like a little girl. “Don’t cry Judi, he’s fine…right?” Judi’s brother-in-law looked up to Torance and Znai for reasurement, they slowly shook their heads and the three Znaeym hugged sobbing for a while. Zic wiped his face with his hand and looked at the von Gradwitz. “Thanks.” Torance shrugged and Znai looked down. “There is something we would like for you to see,” Zic’s uncle raised his head and Judi turned more composed towards the two men. “All of you.” They all walked thru were the division of both lands were. Zic’s uncle hesitated a while, but Judi and Zic didn’t seem to mind. When they reached the clearing Torance stopped suddenly and is forehead ceased in concern. “It might be quite disturbing to see.” Zic and his uncle looked at Judi. “I can take it.” Judi said close to a whisper. Zic nodded to go on. When they neared a fallen tree they first noticed a woman and boy crying inconsolably. When they neared closer they saw why. Judi broke out crying again, and Zic cried, but silently. He kept on staring at the spots of red snow around his father. Then he reached his hand… “This is what I wanted to show all of you,” Torance said. Right above Georg Znaeym and Ulrich von Gradwitz’s heads, both hands were joined in a tight fist. “They became friends…in the end.” All Znaeym smile thru their tears at the von Gradwitz, for they now shared a same faith, a family without a father. Lesli looked at Judi. “This day won’t be remembered in mourning…” Lesli said, “But as the day the Znaeym and von Gradwitz…made peace.” Both families linked hands, for now, they were not two, but a same.