om seemed to rumble and shake. Then it was over. Oriana was gone. Erel switched the communicator on and called to her frantically.“Oriana! Come in! Did you make it all right?”“Erel? Yes...I’m fine. I am not sure where I am, though. I am going to explore a little. I will be back in a little.” She switched off her communicator excitedly and started to look around. After about an hour, she came to a stream. It was almost dark, so she caught some fish and made a fire. Then she spread out some grasses as the fish cooked. She ate the fish, then drank from the stream and washed, and settled down to sleep for the night, but not before reporting in to Erel....“Erel...Come in...Erel?”“Oriana? What’s going on? Where are you?”“I’m by a river. I just settled down for the night.”Erel breathed a sigh of relief that she was unharmed. “Is everything going ok?” She laughed to herself over her chief’s protectiveness. “Yes, I am fine....” She gave him the rest of her report and then went to sleep to the sounds of owls and crickets.Oriana awoke in the morning to a group of painted men staring at her. She jumped up and shouted something in English, then remembered her whereabouts and engaged the language chip. She waited for one of them to say something so the chip could identify the language. That done, she spoke, for the first time, in tribal language.“Hello...I am lost. My family was all killed by a group of white men. I was away at the river, and was not found. Now I am all alone, and hungry, and tired.”The tallest one spoke. “I am Cloud Stalker. We will take you in if you can do your share of the work. Perhaps one of the warriors will make you his wife. What is your name?”Oriana thought quickly. She looked around for inspiration. “River...River...River Dancer!” She looked up sheepish...
