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A Rose In The Wind: A Saga of the Halmae -- Updated June 19, 2014
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<blockquote data-quote="ellinor" data-source="post: 5174790" data-attributes="member: 14561"><p><strong>12x02</strong></p><p></p><p>Mena enjoyed being on watch with Arden, and she knew that Arden enjoyed it, also. Being on watch meant they could talk, or laugh, or share a quiet moment. For all the fuss made about Arden being a slave—<em>slavery. What an arrogant, Bitch-favored instition</em>—Arden had more sense than most. Maybe it was that she wasn’t a teenager. Maybe it was the weight of whatever secret she seemed to be keeping. Mena glanced at Arden across the room. <em>Yes, keeping a secret, though she does it well. I wonder what it is.</em> But she wouldn't find out tonight. Tonight—being indoors—was by necessity a “quiet moment” night. </p><p></p><p>Until there was a clacking noise at one of the windows. Clacking, then chittering, like insects. Arden heard it first and pointed silently to the place where the sound originated. Mena stepped closer to the window and saw what looked like a large beetle. A <em>very</em> large beetle. Mena had seen smaller lapdogs when the Pol Hennan fashions ran to canine accoutrements.</p><p></p><p>“Nyoko!” she whispered, touching the Adept softly on the shoulder. Nyoko stirred awake. “Nyoko—” Mena pointed at the giant bug on the window-frame “—is that normal?”</p><p></p><p>“No,” said Nyoko. “It is definitely not normal.”</p><p></p><p><em>So much for a quiet moment.</em></p><p></p><p>“Everybody up!” Mena hollered, as the clacking grew louder. </p><p> </p><p>Suddenly, the window broke, and it seemed there were bugs everywhere. They swarmed into the room through the window, through cracks in the walls and the floor, underneath the doorjamb, like a great tide of clicking, chittering jaws and probing legs…</p><p></p><p>And they were all heading straight for Rose. <em>Just like <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/story-hour/251423-rose-wind-saga-halmae-updated-april-29-2010-a-6.html#post4823496" target="_blank">the rats</a></em>, Mena thought, as she stomped and swatted. <em>The wildlife in these mountains needs a firm talking to.</em> The beetles were surprisingly resilient and—GODSDAMMIT!—they bit. Hard. Mena stabbed a large beetle with the point of her sword and it burst. <em>There. Much better.</em> “Kill them!” she shouted. “Remember the rats!”</p><p></p><p>Twiggy—who had been swatting angrily at her covers—sat up in her bed and concentrated. An orb of force formed before her and flew toward the beetles, mowing through several on its way out the window. Goo from the beetles flew everywhere. “Ew! Ew! Ew!” screamed Savina, flailing wildly at her bedclothes. The two Sovereign merchants cowered in the corner by the window, quivering and crying. <em>They haven’t trained for this,</em> Mena reminded herself. <em>I shall try not to hold their uselessness against them.</em></p><p></p><p>Rose, her eyes wide as she found herself surrounded by beetles, disappeared for a moment, teleporting to the inner corner of the room. At once, the swarming beetles changed direction to find her. But now, there were friends between the bugs and her. At first she froze in alarm as she watched new bugs appear through cracks in the floor and the wall behind her. But as they began to climb into her hair and dress, she began to sweep away at them with her hands. She was obviously struggling—and succeeding—to avoid killing them as she swept them away.</p><p></p><p>Of course, the bugs took no note of her mercy. One squeezed past Whisper's protective wings and bit Rose on the neck. Then they came more furiously, and one on the wall spit some sort of fluid at her face. She yelped in pain. Another bit her, and she cried out: “I can’t move!” Mena surged towards the girl but couldn't get past the bugs to reach her. "Hold on, Rose!" she yelled.</p><p></p><p>Nyoko batted at the bugs with her bow as they spit at her, as well. “Acid!” she cried, crushing the bugs around her. Kormick pounded several with his warhammer. But still, they kept coming, chittering, snapping, swarming over the cots. Mena felt the immobilizing poison seize her, and she fell over, now as useless as the wimpering merchants still cowering untouched in their corner. Beside her, Arden was knocked prone as well. Rose cried out and climbed atop one of the cots as more of the giant beetles reached her, spitting their acid at her face and arms. <em>So some bite, some have acid, and some immobilize,</em> Mena recapped, inwardly. <em>Very clever, Twilight Lurker. </em></p><p></p><p>“Alirria, protect us!” Savina cried. The girl was pressed against a wall, next to Tavi, brushing at her skirts in disgust—but with that prayer, Mena felt her strength return. She and Arden stood up at once, surrounded a swarm, and dispatched it. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly, Twiggy stood up on her cot and erupted in flame. The room paused for half a moment in mid-battle. <em>Well. That's a new trick,</em> Mena thought. “Stop it stop it stop it!” cried Twiggy, in a rare show of petulance. The flames spread out from behind her like a great cape, and swept across the room, setting fire to the straw beds, the walls…and the bugs. With sizzling pops, the smaller bugs exploded, and several larger ones flipped over, seared and helpless. She chanted another spell, and several of the beetles seemed to become disoriented, moving in circles. It seemed for a moment that it might be over.</p><p></p><p>“That cleared the field a bit,” said Tavi—but there were still more coming, through the floors and the walls. In one fluid move, he thrust his sword into the bunk he was standing next to and disappeared. Instantly, he appeared again, where Rose had been. “Oh!” exclaimed Savina, as Rose appeared beside her. The beetles changed direction again, but there were fewer now. Kormick bashed at a large one—it was still on fire from Twiggy’s <em>fire shroud</em>—and Mena, Nyoko, and Arden stabbed anything that moved. One large beetle burst as if from nowhere on the wall behind Rose, and bit her hard on the neck. Rose fell, kneeling, on the bed, and the beetle clattered to the floor. A shower of feet stomped on it and it burst. </p><p></p><p>To Mena’s relief, Savina immediately turned to tend to Rose’s neck, and the wound seemed to be healing. In fact, it seemed relief might be in order more generally: Mena cold not see any more movement, but it was hard to tell anything, with the two merchants screaming in the corner. She turned a savage gaze on them. “If you can't be useful, be quiet!” she barked, and they complied. She resisted the urge to assign them the nicknames “Whiny” and “Useless.”</p><p></p><p>But it did, indeed, seem like the emergency was over. The curtains and bedclothes smoldered, and the air was acrid with smoke and sweat. </p><p></p><p>Two soldiers appeared at the now-splintered door. One coughed and glowered, muttering, “should have expected something strange, such a large group of heathens . . .” The other began to inspect the wreckage. “What in the world—“</p><p></p><p>Nyoko stepped forward and addressed the soldiers. “We were attacked by bugs. We rebuffed them.” <em>An understatement,</em> thought Mena, <em>but true.</em> </p><p></p><p>The soldiers nodded—almost bowing—and their demeanors changed immediately. “Thank you for witnessing, Honored Adept,” said one, and the other offered their own barracks to all the residents of the charred room. Nyoko accepted, graciously.</p><p></p><p>Mena thought she was finally beginning to understand what, exactly, an Adept does.</p><p></p><p>As they pulled their things together, they asked Nyoko whether she had heard of anything else like this happening along the Follow Road.</p><p></p><p>“Strange events are hardly uncommon on a road that borders the Ketkath,” responded Nyoko, “but this is not natural, even for the Ketkath.”</p><p></p><p>Twiggy agreed. “It must be some sort of magic. We should look it up when we get to Cauldron.” She paused. “There are libraries in Cauldron, aren’t there?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” Nyoko replied, sighing, “there are libraries.”</p><p></p><p>Everyone returned to their packing. “The rats were near the road as well,” Arden said to Mena, as they were walking from the room. “It must have something to do with the road. Something knows we’re here,” she suggested.</p><p></p><p>“Something indeed,” replied Mena. She and Arden exchanged a grim look but said no more for now.</p><p></p><p>As they walked to the barracks, Mena overheard Savina talking with Rose. “Do you think we can get our money back?” Savina asked. </p><p></p><p>“You saw what we left of that room,” replied Rose, with a wan smile. “What I think is that we should tip the soldiers who are letting us stay in their barracks.” </p><p></p><p>They spent the remainder of the night in the soldiers’ barracks with Whiny and Useless.</p><p></p><p>###</p><p></p><p>In the morning, as they purchased small packages of dried meats and fruit for the day’s journey, the innkeeper was still flustered from the events of the night before. “I cannot explain it,” he kept saying, over and over.</p><p></p><p>Nyoko distracted him with a question. “Any news of Cauldron?”</p><p></p><p>“Nothing of note,” he replied. “Or nothing important enough to make its way out to our little post.”</p><p></p><p>“What of the health of the Lord High Regent?” Nyoko continued. </p><p></p><p>“He is well attended by Lady Akiko-san. May Kettenek the Life-Giver continue to watch over him.”</p><p></p><p>Nyoko heard Savina-san whisper, a few feet away, “<em>Kettenek</em>the Life-Giver?” Nyoko knew she’d have to explain, later.</p><p></p><p>They set out on the road, making a good pace. Around noon, they passed a cart of merchants carrying Sovereign clothes and makeup. Nyoko was relieved to see that they had something that would pass—inelegantly, but adequately—for the robes and makeup of an Adept. She felt a certain vindictive joy at being able to purchase new robes with gold retrieved from the derro.</p><p></p><p>The day passed quickly. As they walked, Twiggy-san resumed her interrogations about Sovereign forms of government. Nyoko explained, as patiently as she could, while Twiggy fired questions and Kormick scribbled furiously in his notebook. The Lord High Regent is the head of the government. He lives in The Blessed and Most Holy City Marked By the Lord’s Divine Favor--Divine Mark—the capital of the Sovereignty. He is old, but we pray Kettennek will continue to keep him in good health. His heir is Lady Akiko Nori. Now, she is the head of the Inquisitors. When the Lord High Regent dies, may his reign be long and prosperous, Lady Akiko-san will take his place. And so on.</p><p></p><p>“And what is his relationship to the rings and the circle?” Twiggy asked, for what seemed like the third time.</p><p></p><p>“He is the final Arbiter of Kettenek’s will on earth.” <em>There is a song about that,</em> Nyoko thought, humming inwardly. <em>They probably wouldn’t appreciate the nuance.</em></p><p></p><p>“So… he’s not in one of the rings,” Twiggy asked.</p><p></p><p>“No. He is concerned with greater matters,” Nyoko answered. “The Affirmation, for example. </p><p></p><p>“You’ve used that word before,” Twiggy pressed, “but I still do not know exactly what you mean.”</p><p></p><p>Nyoko observed again, inwardly, how little these heathens seemed to know about the Sovereignty. “The Affirmation. It’s short for ‘The Decree Affirming the Divine Nature of the Saints and Allowing their Just and Legal Worship.' This was years ago. The Lord High Regent issued the edict that legalized worship of Alirria, Ehkt, and Sedellus. It was a significant change in the law. The Lord High Regent appointed Lady Akiko-san to enforce the edict, which was not met with universal pleasure by many in the Priesthood and Inquisition.” </p><p></p><p>“So he put his daughter in charge of the Inquisitors?” asked Twiggy.</p><p></p><p>“No,” Nyoko clarified, “Not exactly. Lady Akiko-san was a commoner who rose to great achievement in the service of a noble who was close to the Lord High Regent. When that noble died, Lady Akiko-san swore fealty to the Lord High Regent and became his trusted right hand. He named her as his successor and as leader of the Inquisition. It is a great honor—and an inspirational theme for poets and composers—but also a difficult role in these times.”</p><p></p><p>“These times?” </p><p></p><p>Nyoko nodded. “There remains some opposition to the Affirmation.”</p><p></p><p>They reached the next way-station shortly before nightfall, and dined. This time, Nyoko tied together the tops of Signor Octavian-san’s chopsticks, as one does with a child, and he had little difficulty. Arden was another story: Although Savina had ordered her to learn to use them, the joints in her fingers—weakened from being broken long ago—simply would not cooperate. Nyoko asked the innkeeper to bring a spoon. Arden smiled.</p><p></p><p>That night, Nyoko performed, wearing her new robes and traditional white makeup. <em>Everyone is more comfortable this way,</em> she thought, as she sang the great histories and tales of brave travelers. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The land became more and more familiar to Nyoko as they crossed a small bridge and began the steep climb up to The City in the Cauldron of the Lord’s Sleeping Fury. The name—like all Sovereign names—was descriptive: the city rested in the crater of a dormant volcano. Its great outer wall sat atop the mountain as if the mountain were wearing a crown. As they climbed, the road curved up the mountain, rising to a gate in the wall. Nyoko could smell the city now, a smell she hadn’t known she’d missed—the aroma of sulfur and warm ground. Vendors arrayed themselves at the gate, selling perfumes and unguents for those unfamiliar with the scent. The others bought some. Nyoko was happier without.</p><p></p><p>They reached the great gate just as the sun touched the horizon, turning the sky bright pinks and golds. There, just ahead, was her city, its concentric streets descending towards its great, steaming lake. Home.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ellinor, post: 5174790, member: 14561"] [b]12x02[/b] Mena enjoyed being on watch with Arden, and she knew that Arden enjoyed it, also. Being on watch meant they could talk, or laugh, or share a quiet moment. For all the fuss made about Arden being a slave—[i]slavery. What an arrogant, Bitch-favored instition[/i]—Arden had more sense than most. Maybe it was that she wasn’t a teenager. Maybe it was the weight of whatever secret she seemed to be keeping. Mena glanced at Arden across the room. [i]Yes, keeping a secret, though she does it well. I wonder what it is.[/i] But she wouldn't find out tonight. Tonight—being indoors—was by necessity a “quiet moment” night. Until there was a clacking noise at one of the windows. Clacking, then chittering, like insects. Arden heard it first and pointed silently to the place where the sound originated. Mena stepped closer to the window and saw what looked like a large beetle. A [i]very[/i] large beetle. Mena had seen smaller lapdogs when the Pol Hennan fashions ran to canine accoutrements. “Nyoko!” she whispered, touching the Adept softly on the shoulder. Nyoko stirred awake. “Nyoko—” Mena pointed at the giant bug on the window-frame “—is that normal?” “No,” said Nyoko. “It is definitely not normal.” [i]So much for a quiet moment.[/i] “Everybody up!” Mena hollered, as the clacking grew louder. Suddenly, the window broke, and it seemed there were bugs everywhere. They swarmed into the room through the window, through cracks in the walls and the floor, underneath the doorjamb, like a great tide of clicking, chittering jaws and probing legs… And they were all heading straight for Rose. [i]Just like [URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/story-hour/251423-rose-wind-saga-halmae-updated-april-29-2010-a-6.html#post4823496"]the rats[/URL][/i], Mena thought, as she stomped and swatted. [i]The wildlife in these mountains needs a firm talking to.[/i] The beetles were surprisingly resilient and—GODSDAMMIT!—they bit. Hard. Mena stabbed a large beetle with the point of her sword and it burst. [i]There. Much better.[/i] “Kill them!” she shouted. “Remember the rats!” Twiggy—who had been swatting angrily at her covers—sat up in her bed and concentrated. An orb of force formed before her and flew toward the beetles, mowing through several on its way out the window. Goo from the beetles flew everywhere. “Ew! Ew! Ew!” screamed Savina, flailing wildly at her bedclothes. The two Sovereign merchants cowered in the corner by the window, quivering and crying. [i]They haven’t trained for this,[/i] Mena reminded herself. [i]I shall try not to hold their uselessness against them.[/i] Rose, her eyes wide as she found herself surrounded by beetles, disappeared for a moment, teleporting to the inner corner of the room. At once, the swarming beetles changed direction to find her. But now, there were friends between the bugs and her. At first she froze in alarm as she watched new bugs appear through cracks in the floor and the wall behind her. But as they began to climb into her hair and dress, she began to sweep away at them with her hands. She was obviously struggling—and succeeding—to avoid killing them as she swept them away. Of course, the bugs took no note of her mercy. One squeezed past Whisper's protective wings and bit Rose on the neck. Then they came more furiously, and one on the wall spit some sort of fluid at her face. She yelped in pain. Another bit her, and she cried out: “I can’t move!” Mena surged towards the girl but couldn't get past the bugs to reach her. "Hold on, Rose!" she yelled. Nyoko batted at the bugs with her bow as they spit at her, as well. “Acid!” she cried, crushing the bugs around her. Kormick pounded several with his warhammer. But still, they kept coming, chittering, snapping, swarming over the cots. Mena felt the immobilizing poison seize her, and she fell over, now as useless as the wimpering merchants still cowering untouched in their corner. Beside her, Arden was knocked prone as well. Rose cried out and climbed atop one of the cots as more of the giant beetles reached her, spitting their acid at her face and arms. [i]So some bite, some have acid, and some immobilize,[/i] Mena recapped, inwardly. [i]Very clever, Twilight Lurker. [/i] “Alirria, protect us!” Savina cried. The girl was pressed against a wall, next to Tavi, brushing at her skirts in disgust—but with that prayer, Mena felt her strength return. She and Arden stood up at once, surrounded a swarm, and dispatched it. Suddenly, Twiggy stood up on her cot and erupted in flame. The room paused for half a moment in mid-battle. [i]Well. That's a new trick,[/i] Mena thought. “Stop it stop it stop it!” cried Twiggy, in a rare show of petulance. The flames spread out from behind her like a great cape, and swept across the room, setting fire to the straw beds, the walls…and the bugs. With sizzling pops, the smaller bugs exploded, and several larger ones flipped over, seared and helpless. She chanted another spell, and several of the beetles seemed to become disoriented, moving in circles. It seemed for a moment that it might be over. “That cleared the field a bit,” said Tavi—but there were still more coming, through the floors and the walls. In one fluid move, he thrust his sword into the bunk he was standing next to and disappeared. Instantly, he appeared again, where Rose had been. “Oh!” exclaimed Savina, as Rose appeared beside her. The beetles changed direction again, but there were fewer now. Kormick bashed at a large one—it was still on fire from Twiggy’s [i]fire shroud[/i]—and Mena, Nyoko, and Arden stabbed anything that moved. One large beetle burst as if from nowhere on the wall behind Rose, and bit her hard on the neck. Rose fell, kneeling, on the bed, and the beetle clattered to the floor. A shower of feet stomped on it and it burst. To Mena’s relief, Savina immediately turned to tend to Rose’s neck, and the wound seemed to be healing. In fact, it seemed relief might be in order more generally: Mena cold not see any more movement, but it was hard to tell anything, with the two merchants screaming in the corner. She turned a savage gaze on them. “If you can't be useful, be quiet!” she barked, and they complied. She resisted the urge to assign them the nicknames “Whiny” and “Useless.” But it did, indeed, seem like the emergency was over. The curtains and bedclothes smoldered, and the air was acrid with smoke and sweat. Two soldiers appeared at the now-splintered door. One coughed and glowered, muttering, “should have expected something strange, such a large group of heathens . . .” The other began to inspect the wreckage. “What in the world—“ Nyoko stepped forward and addressed the soldiers. “We were attacked by bugs. We rebuffed them.” [i]An understatement,[/i] thought Mena, [i]but true.[/i] The soldiers nodded—almost bowing—and their demeanors changed immediately. “Thank you for witnessing, Honored Adept,” said one, and the other offered their own barracks to all the residents of the charred room. Nyoko accepted, graciously. Mena thought she was finally beginning to understand what, exactly, an Adept does. As they pulled their things together, they asked Nyoko whether she had heard of anything else like this happening along the Follow Road. “Strange events are hardly uncommon on a road that borders the Ketkath,” responded Nyoko, “but this is not natural, even for the Ketkath.” Twiggy agreed. “It must be some sort of magic. We should look it up when we get to Cauldron.” She paused. “There are libraries in Cauldron, aren’t there?” “Yes,” Nyoko replied, sighing, “there are libraries.” Everyone returned to their packing. “The rats were near the road as well,” Arden said to Mena, as they were walking from the room. “It must have something to do with the road. Something knows we’re here,” she suggested. “Something indeed,” replied Mena. She and Arden exchanged a grim look but said no more for now. As they walked to the barracks, Mena overheard Savina talking with Rose. “Do you think we can get our money back?” Savina asked. “You saw what we left of that room,” replied Rose, with a wan smile. “What I think is that we should tip the soldiers who are letting us stay in their barracks.” They spent the remainder of the night in the soldiers’ barracks with Whiny and Useless. ### In the morning, as they purchased small packages of dried meats and fruit for the day’s journey, the innkeeper was still flustered from the events of the night before. “I cannot explain it,” he kept saying, over and over. Nyoko distracted him with a question. “Any news of Cauldron?” “Nothing of note,” he replied. “Or nothing important enough to make its way out to our little post.” “What of the health of the Lord High Regent?” Nyoko continued. “He is well attended by Lady Akiko-san. May Kettenek the Life-Giver continue to watch over him.” Nyoko heard Savina-san whisper, a few feet away, “[i]Kettenek[/i]the Life-Giver?” Nyoko knew she’d have to explain, later. They set out on the road, making a good pace. Around noon, they passed a cart of merchants carrying Sovereign clothes and makeup. Nyoko was relieved to see that they had something that would pass—inelegantly, but adequately—for the robes and makeup of an Adept. She felt a certain vindictive joy at being able to purchase new robes with gold retrieved from the derro. The day passed quickly. As they walked, Twiggy-san resumed her interrogations about Sovereign forms of government. Nyoko explained, as patiently as she could, while Twiggy fired questions and Kormick scribbled furiously in his notebook. The Lord High Regent is the head of the government. He lives in The Blessed and Most Holy City Marked By the Lord’s Divine Favor--Divine Mark—the capital of the Sovereignty. He is old, but we pray Kettennek will continue to keep him in good health. His heir is Lady Akiko Nori. Now, she is the head of the Inquisitors. When the Lord High Regent dies, may his reign be long and prosperous, Lady Akiko-san will take his place. And so on. “And what is his relationship to the rings and the circle?” Twiggy asked, for what seemed like the third time. “He is the final Arbiter of Kettenek’s will on earth.” [i]There is a song about that,[/i] Nyoko thought, humming inwardly. [i]They probably wouldn’t appreciate the nuance.[/i] “So… he’s not in one of the rings,” Twiggy asked. “No. He is concerned with greater matters,” Nyoko answered. “The Affirmation, for example. “You’ve used that word before,” Twiggy pressed, “but I still do not know exactly what you mean.” Nyoko observed again, inwardly, how little these heathens seemed to know about the Sovereignty. “The Affirmation. It’s short for ‘The Decree Affirming the Divine Nature of the Saints and Allowing their Just and Legal Worship.' This was years ago. The Lord High Regent issued the edict that legalized worship of Alirria, Ehkt, and Sedellus. It was a significant change in the law. The Lord High Regent appointed Lady Akiko-san to enforce the edict, which was not met with universal pleasure by many in the Priesthood and Inquisition.” “So he put his daughter in charge of the Inquisitors?” asked Twiggy. “No,” Nyoko clarified, “Not exactly. Lady Akiko-san was a commoner who rose to great achievement in the service of a noble who was close to the Lord High Regent. When that noble died, Lady Akiko-san swore fealty to the Lord High Regent and became his trusted right hand. He named her as his successor and as leader of the Inquisition. It is a great honor—and an inspirational theme for poets and composers—but also a difficult role in these times.” “These times?” Nyoko nodded. “There remains some opposition to the Affirmation.” They reached the next way-station shortly before nightfall, and dined. This time, Nyoko tied together the tops of Signor Octavian-san’s chopsticks, as one does with a child, and he had little difficulty. Arden was another story: Although Savina had ordered her to learn to use them, the joints in her fingers—weakened from being broken long ago—simply would not cooperate. Nyoko asked the innkeeper to bring a spoon. Arden smiled. That night, Nyoko performed, wearing her new robes and traditional white makeup. [i]Everyone is more comfortable this way,[/i] she thought, as she sang the great histories and tales of brave travelers. The land became more and more familiar to Nyoko as they crossed a small bridge and began the steep climb up to The City in the Cauldron of the Lord’s Sleeping Fury. The name—like all Sovereign names—was descriptive: the city rested in the crater of a dormant volcano. Its great outer wall sat atop the mountain as if the mountain were wearing a crown. As they climbed, the road curved up the mountain, rising to a gate in the wall. Nyoko could smell the city now, a smell she hadn’t known she’d missed—the aroma of sulfur and warm ground. Vendors arrayed themselves at the gate, selling perfumes and unguents for those unfamiliar with the scent. The others bought some. Nyoko was happier without. They reached the great gate just as the sun touched the horizon, turning the sky bright pinks and golds. There, just ahead, was her city, its concentric streets descending towards its great, steaming lake. Home. [/QUOTE]
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