Jeanne kept to herself, avoiding Sly, Jimi, and the others. She spent her time making arrows and then fashioned a quiver from a towel she found beside the grailstone, by cleverly applying its magnetic tabs. She made a second for Shaw, and offered it to him. "You showed some skill with the bow," she said, but he merely smiled, accepting the gift with silent grace. Watching Sly chew his dream gum, Josephine attempted to suppress a shudder, paling slightly. Carrying her grail over to Shaw, she wordlessly held it out to him, open, and he took the offending dream gum from it and placed it in his own. Turning her gaze to the new set of people, she looked over them in a practiced manner. She spoke with them easily, and found them largely lethargic and easygoing. The one named Jimi eyed her and ran his tongue across his lips. She smiled slightly, and then joined Benjamin in his search for bits of wood. "Ideally, the white pieces would be Wood and the black Stone, but I cannot see how I shall shape Stone well enough for the Player to swiftly and readily recognize his Position," Benjamin offered. "Why not use grail items instead," Josephine replied, half-joking, "At least there's a ready supply." Benjamin looked at her in surprise. "Capital! The Black Pieces shall be all Grail items. This Razor will make a King, if I can make it stand on end." He thought the dreamgum would make good pawns, but had noticed Josephine's reaction to the stuff, and decided to keep this idea to himself. "Chess?" Shaw asked. "What a wonderful idea, would you like a hand with those?" Benjamin smiled in return. By the grailstone, Sly looked Hendrix over. "Ewe woodent know who I am man... I wuz just a lil' bloke when you died. Ewe can call me 'Sly'." Jimi nodded fluidly. Sly turned back and points at his group, speaking in a dreamlike haze. "I'm hanging out with these stiffs for now. Anyone else here? Morrison? Buddy Holly? Hey, man, you got a band going here? I play bass." Jimi grinned. "I dig, man. Got me 'n' C.B. 'n' a fella name Merle here. We got plans an' plans for ban's and ban's, 'round here, but no axes, and no juice. An' no skins. Jes' like back home, fifty axeslingers, no skinbeaters." The smoke signal surprised the group. "Collect your weapons and grails, and make for the boat," Charles called out to the others. "We go now to answer the call of Shaka, and help him with whatever he needs." Jeanne quickly aided Shaw in untying the boat, as Benjamin hurriedly packed up his newly-collected bits of wood and began to help the others break camp. When he finished, he gave a clear loud whistle to acknowledge the signal before boarding the boat. Charles turned to Sly. "Sly, you are welcome to stay here, you seem to have found friends from your previous life. We are leaving now to help a friend and are probably headed towards a fight. Make your decision now, the boat leaves soon." He bowed briefly to Jimi. "Our thanks to you, for your hospitality -- It will not be forgotten. Perhaps we will be back soon, and can talk and learn more of each other. We must take our leave, to honor a promise to our other friends. Please know that it was nothing other than this promise that drove us from your camp so quickly. Thank you, once more." Sly nodded and looked torn. Eventually, he heeded Charles's call. Once in the boat, Charles helped Shaw maneuver the craft as quickly as possible, towards the location of the smoke signal. "Make ready your weapons, friends, we may have need of them." He said grimly. On deck, Ehrich showed Benjamin and Shaw the mirror from the grail. "These could be useful signaling devices. Quicker to use than smoke signals, and less likely to be noticed by others. In my time, there was a code people used called Morse, but I never learned it well. I also know that ships used similar codes with lights. Shaw, you are well traveled, do you know any of these codes, we could learn them, or at least the basics. If not, I'm sure Ben could invent something, and I've invented signaling codes before myself." Shaw nodded. "Yes, I am familiar with Morse code, actually, its quite simple, I could teach it to the rest of us by the time we reach Shaka's group." He glanced at Sly. "Well, maybe most of us..." Benjamin chuckled and began working on carving bits of wood again. Shaw left the tiller in Charles's hands and helped for a time. "I expect this to take much Time to do well," Benjamin said gratefully, "or even poorly, but Time is currently one of our most plentiful Resources." With a half hour of sailing to go, Josephine motioned for Shaw to join her below decks. Sly watched the two descend with a wry look. Sitting down in the boat's little cabin, Josephine spoke in a clear, calm voice. "Shaw." She hesitated slightly. "What do you think of me?" She turned to look in his eyes and added, "As a person?" Before he could respond, she continued. "We've spent a lot of time together, as friends. You've taught me a lot, but you've never..." She shrugged her shoulders, "made any sort of move to take it further than that." Shaw looked slightly uncomfortable. "I..ah.." With a slight frown she looked at him, "Is there a reason or do you just not see me in that manner? I'll be frank, in my years on earth, I'd never gone for long without some sort of companion, so this is something new for me and I don't know if I'm going about it correctly." She watched Shaw's face, especially his eyes, intently, finally allowing him to speak. He glanced off to the side for a second. "I suppose I should have seen this coming," he stammered. "But I guess I was avoiding the subject. Nothing personal, though." he added quickly. "Its just that, ah...Well, you see...You know that on earth I was known as the great Lawrence of Arabia." He said the last bit with a half-smile which Josephine returned. "There were rumors of certain.. tastes that I supposedly had, well, as with much of what was said about me this was not true." "To be completely honest," he continued, "Back on earth I had neither the desire or the time for any sort of relationship further than friendship with anyone...I don't know if you remember that very first night on the river, something of a night madness. It was the dream gum I think...ah, I suppose you would rather I not go into much detail with that...suffice to say that, for what ever reasons, either the gum or something to do with being resurrected I...well, ever since then I have had what one could call normal..ahh..." He paused for a moment. "Oh hell, what I'm getting to is...I'm willing if you are." With a laugh, he added. "Hm, that wasn't very romantic sounding I guess." Josephine grinned. "I've heard worse. But I think we'll have to continue this later," she added as Charles called from above. Josephine and Shaw emerged from the ship's cabin hand in hand as they neared the east bank of the River where the smoke was rising. * * * * Shaka watched his companions and their escort move to the river, then turned back to the Zulus and called Pala to his side. "Pala," he instructed, "we must have the tribe ready to move by tomorrow. We will travel armed, and stealthily. We go to the site of the Riverworld God's steel. I want every man armed with spear and thrusting shield by morning. Today we will drill in mobile combat." "It shall be as you command, Shaka," Pala replied. Shaka thought for a moment before adding, "My companions have gone to the river to find the rest of the party that is supposed to travel to the steel with me. They are all white skinned except for one woman who has a white man's mind. They may try to stand in our way. We shall not let them, shall we Pala?" In answer, Pala grinned his hard grin, and began arming the men, whose apparent initial reluctance was broken down by Pala's firm words. When Louis and Mandragola returned to the camp, the Zulu were armed with spears and heavy wooden shields and were sparring with one another. Louis turned to Mandragola and raised an eyebrow. "So, what do you think of our fine world?" He forced irony into his voice. "All kinds of 'mysterious' happenings, no? Aren't you just anxiously awaiting the next development?" He rolled his eyes in disgust. "I would but quit this place, if I knew how. Oh! where are they? I wish to get this over with!" He looked up and down the river for signs from Shaw's group. At first, Mandragola did not answer, but instead idly watched the smoke winging its way into the sky, unsure of his response. Eventually, he spoke. "I understand your grief - you have lost a good friend and that is always difficult. But we must try to put the past behind us and look to the future. Only then will we be able to complete the task entrusted to us - though by whom I do not know." He pondered for another long period. "I notice that people seem to be immortal in this land. I have yet to decide whether this is a blessing or a curse." "It's a curse...most assuredly a curse," Louis replied with finality. He regarded the other man for a moment and then continued, "Others have lived before here. I have not. I remember my death in France, but no other. Some of our party have mysteriously vanished, with no sign to indicate by what design it occurred. I am a man of reason, and this greatly disturbs me. I would but get my hands around the necks of those who perpetrate this madness...if it could only be so." A distant whistle-pattern floated across the River. "That's the signal for a meeting," Louis said with more excitement in his voice. "They're coming." His prediction was not proved wrong. As the boat approached the Riverbank, Louis and Mandragola shouted to the others. Soon they had tied the boat to the grailstone and found themselves in a village where Shaka stood among a score or more armed men whose resemblance to the Zulu went beyond skin color. Shaka grinned. * * * *