Path of the Shaman

37

The accumulation of Spirits made the air so dense that it seemed impossible to breathe. The spirits picked up Shilopopa and me and practically carried us towards the opened gorge. I felt that I was in some kind of fog, and the eyes of my companion, on the contrary, burned with excitement.

- Really, great? she asked me. “Moments like this are what I play for.

I smiled at her.

"Where to now, Guide?"

Before that, we walked as if in a cloud, and could only see each other and the path two meters in front of us. Now the space in front of us has cleared, as if we had entered a clearing covered with a perfectly even - blade of grass to blade of grass - carpet of greenery. In the middle of the clearing stood a fairly large hut, at one glance at which the word “wigwam” that didn’t tell me anything popped up in my head from somewhere. Shilopopaya let go of my hand and went to the entrance to throw aside the skin covering it, at least a mammoth. I made a clumsy attempt to get her ahead of me, but