Lesukat had never seen war, not like the others had. But he understood it well enough, knew that it was much like the raids he and the other warriors went on, only on a much larger scale. He wondered occasionally, when he had the time, if they also took cattle. There was no other reason he could imagine for such conflicts.<br/><br/>Now was not one of the times that he thought about such things. The voices of Nkai spoke and he stood straight as a rail, watching them, warily watching the others with their weapons. Things heâ€™d only heard about as distant curiosities, and never would have thought heâ€™d see. Lesukat himself stood at ease, though his empty hand straying near the heavy club at his waist. It was uncomfortable for him to be surrounded by so many pale skinned men. He thought them strange more for this reason than their clothing or weapons.<br/><br/>He felt no fear, nor was he overly concerned about the apparent unease of the others. Nkai would not have summoned him if he were to be put in danger from the other warriors that had been called. And so he listened to the strange words of the other spear wielder and to the responses that the dual god was giving. There was no wonder or skepticism in his face, not even with the startling revelations that were being given. Lesukat had always believed in things such as this. As did any educated Loikop. Unfortunately though, some had trusted what the visiting pale men had said about their Jesus. And, as heâ€™d always believed, that trust had been misplaced. How could men from a distant place who turned red and painful simply from the sun know anything?<br/><br/>His hear swelled at hearing that he was the most skilled warrior of his tribe. Of all his people. Of the entire world really. At least, for the time he lived. That idea was only partially understood by him, but he tentatively grasped that there was some way for these people to have come from other times, either past or future. He wasnâ€™t sure which. Things had remained all but the same in Loikop lands for time unremembered.<br/><br/>And then Nkai was gone and the land changed subtly. The words of the other men became something he recognized. Either because he understood them or because they were speaking a tongue he knew. It didnâ€™t sound like either Samburu or Swahili, which he did not assume any of these men would know anyway. They had an odd way of speaking, that was for sure. Neck of woods? He tried to imagine it and then laughed suddenly. A reaction that was likely unexpected, and so quickly sobered. So it was English, a language he knew only in a limited way.<br/><br/>â€œI have English.â€ He spoke slowly and carefully long moments after the man that had referred to one of the others as a Canadian. Whatever tribe or people Canadians might be, he assumed that the other man was not one of them.