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swats, and then chased them up a tree and made them stay up there for the rest of the
day. I laughed, but she growled at me. She didn’t seem to think it was funny at all.’

‘Will you be all right here by yourself for a few days, Ashad? I need to go talk
with my brother and my sisters. There are some things they need to know about.’

‘I’ll be fine, uncle. I was over in the village of Asmie the other day, and Tlingar
promised to teach me how to use a spear-thrower - that long, limber stick the man-
things around here use to whip their spears out there a long, long way. Tlingar’s just
about the best there is with the spear-thrower, isn’t he?’

‘He keeps the people of Asmie eating regularly, that much is certain,’ I agreed. ‘I
shouldn’t be too long, Ashad. If you get tired of throwing spears, you might want to
go play with Mama Broken-Tooth’s three cubs. If they’re as frisky as you suggested,
poor Mama Broken-Tooth’s probably exhausted by now. Give her a little time to rest
up. Like they always say, “Be nice to the neighbors, and they’ll be nice to you.” I’d
better get started. I’d like to talk with Aracia before her priests get her involved in all
those silly ceremonies.’

‘Say hello to Enalla for me, uncle.’

There it was again. Ashad had just used Aracia’s Dreamer Lillabeth’s real name.
Despite all my careful manipulation, the Dreamers kept pulling bits and pieces of
reality up through the barriers I’d put between them and the past. I shuddered to think
of what might happen if the Dreamers stumbled across some things far more
significant than just their names.

I told my tiny, glowing sun to stay behind, and then I went to the long, twisting
passageway that led out to the open air.



The morning light of early summer was golden as I came up out of my cave under
Mount Shrak. I summoned my thunderbolt and rode on down toward the south-east to
the Domain of my elder sister Aracia.

Aracia’s Domain is much like the Domain of our baby brother Veltan, with vast
wheat fields stretching from horizon to horizon like some enormous green carpet in
the early summer sun. I hate to admit it, but the introduction of wheat farming and
bread has brought much more stability to the Domains of Aracia and Veltan than the
sometimes catch-as-catch-can quality of life in my Domain and Zelana’s, where the
land is primarily devoted to hunting and fishing. There has to be more to life than just
munching on a piece of half-moldy bread, though. I’m fairly sure that Aracia and
Veltan view me as some sort of primitive antique, but I know better. The people of
their Domains are little more than cattle. They move around in herds, and I wouldn’t
be the least bit surprised to discover that ‘moo’ crops up in their dialect quite
frequently.

The people of my Domain - and of Zelana’s - are fiercely independent. Nobody -
not even me or Zelana - tells them what they must do. To my way of looking at