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  I snorted and made him sit up to drink more soup.

  “Do you think I can’t provide for myself? How long have I held the souls of the Tan Muark in my hands?”

  He caught my hand at those words, held it, struggled for words as he had so many times before. We stood in that silence that always spoke best for us. And then he squeezed my hand and closed his eyes and sighed one last time, as though wondering what I’d be doing later on and not entirely convinced it was the best notion.

  ***

  A few of the mages came for the funeral, summoned by the messenger I sent two days ago. Only a few of the ones that fought beside him so long ago –not cranky Enaias, or stone-hearted Gerrol. But Shauvia was there – roused from her labors of rebuilding Kere, burned to the ground so many years ago, great brown-skinned Shauvia, looking as though she had stepped out of a cliff face. She wept, and wept, far more than I ever could.

  “K-k-kal,” she mourned, touching my arm. I stroked her massive fingers.

  Dalaran was dead, else he might have been there. I’d gone to him, so many years ago, and said I would come no longer. Perhaps he blamed it on Kal. But the truth was that I’d heard him talking with the other mages.

  “A plump desert fruit,” one said, and another laughed, “How sweet is its juice?”

  “Sweet enough!” Dalaran said, and the bragging edge to his voice made me frown. “Sweet and young enough not to know any better.”

  And yet when I’d come to him, he’d trembled in my arms, like a child frightened by a thunderstorm and when at last he cried out his pleasure, he wept afterward and lay there tracing my chin, my cheek, my face for hours. How many years had he been on the run, exiled from his home in the south?

  I told him and his boasting words to go away, and he did, returned to Allanak, and killed as many of the templarate there as he could. Afterwards, another mage brought me the two silver rings Dalaran had left with him, carved with the elements, so old that the symbols were nearly worn away. He’d wanted me to have them. Why? Who can understand the minds of men? Kal always hated the fact that I wore them.

  I can feel the tribe wondering now what I’ll do. Maybe I’ll begin summoning some djinn up at night for its supple, immortal embrace. Would that be infidelity? That was never what love was about for me.

  The tattooist added yellow roses to my arms. The inks were fresh and painful on my skin in the hot desert wind on this side of the village. On this little rise, I could see most of Tyn Dashra, the buildings of adobe brick and scavenged wood that I helped build as a child.

  What life lies before me now, unlike the life claimed by the tribe before I’d even started to dance its steps?

  I light the funeral fire but I do not stand back. Instead I lean close to the fire, feeling its heat, the heat of my heart, my grief, as my center, my lodestone burns. My life, this life given me by a freak of fate, spun wildly, and where its numbers might lead to, no one knows.

  About the Author

  Cat Rambo lives, writes, and teaches in the Pacific Northwest, with occasional excursions elsewhere. Her 200+ fiction publications include over 150 original stories, as well as audio and foreign reprints in over a dozen languages. She has been nominated for the Nebula and World Fantasy Award, and has served as the editor of award-winning Fantasy Magazine. She is the current Vice President of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America and once won a hula contest judged by Neil Gaiman. Find out more about Cat, her work, and her online classes at http://www.kittywumpus.net

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