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‘What for, dear sister?’ Zelana said. ‘I’m immune to the weather, and I
don’t have any defects that I want to hide. If you want to wrap yourself in
that silly-looking cocoon, that’s your business, but I don’t think it’ll turn
you into a butterfly.’
 ‘Have you no modesty?’
‘Of course not. I’m perfect. Didn’t you know that? Dahlaine needs to
see us - now. Leave your Dreamer here, though. Our brother will explain
why when we join him.’
‘If Dahlaine wants to explain something to me, he can come here and
do it,’ Aracia said. ‘I will not bow down to him in that grubby hole in the
ground where he lives.’
‘Splendid, dear sister mine,’ Zelana said sweetly. ‘I’m sure all your fat
servants will be delighted to see you bow down right here in your own
temple - assuming, of course, that it’s still standing after he arrives on
that silly thunderbolt he always rides.
It’s a nice enough thunderbolt, I suppose, but the noise it makes when
it passes shakes down buildings sometimes. Putting your temple back
together should give your fat servants something to do while they’re
pondering the fact that the supreme goddess of the universe just bowed
down to somebody who looks for all the world like some shaggy bear.’
‘You never bow down to him, Zelana,’ Aracia accused.
‘Of course I don’t,’ Zelana replied. ‘I don’t have to, because I don’t
demand - or expect - anybody to bow down to me. That’s the way it
works, Aracia. Had you forgotten about that? It’s time to shed your
cocoon, my butterfly sister. The dreams have begun, and the Vlagh could
be on our doorstep before the week’s out. Let’s go talk with Dahlaine
while there’s still time.’


Zelana took her sister’s hand and they rode the wind toward the
northwest. It was early autumn now, and the land far below was ablaze
with color. The rivers sparkled in the autumn sun, and the mountains to
the north of Aracia’s Domain gleamed white beneath their eternal snow.
Actually, the sisters were rather looking forward to the meeting. There
hadn’t been a general family get-together for almost a dozen eons.
There’d been occasional squabbles among them, of course. No family
lives in absolute harmony forever, but in times of crisis the family was
able to set their differences aside and work together to reach a solution.
‘Isn’t that Dahlaine’s mountain?’ Aracia asked, pointing at the land of
the North lying far below.
 Zelana glanced down. ‘No,’ she replied ‘Mount Shrak’s quite a bit
taller.’
‘I’ve never looked at Father Earth from this high up before,’ Aracia
said. ‘He looks different from up here, doesn’t he?’
‘Try looking at him from the edge of the sky sometime, dear sister.’
Zelana suggested.
‘Edge of the sky?’ Aracia sounded puzzled.
‘Up where it isn’t blue any more. After Eleria told me her dream, I
needed to tell Dahlaine what she’d seen, but when I went looking for a
wind that was blowing in his direction, the only one I could find was up