I gaze into the heart of the fire. I can't say I'm not feeling a little nervous.
It's my first conversation with N since, under my direction, we enacted the Men's Mysteries, the secret rites of initiation by which the tribe's boys become the tribe's men.
From my perspective, things went well. To judge from the shine that's been on this year's initiate ever since, they went very well indeed.
Still, N is something of a senior statesman among us: a man of unquestionable integrity, my elder in age, experience, and wisdom. He never speaks anything less than the truth, and what he thinks, matters.
Slowly, he nods his head.
“Well, I'd say that was a good one,” he says, “Just the way we've always done it.”
He pauses.
“And if it wasn't, it's how we always should have been doing it.”
Somehow, the fire seems to burn a little more brightly.