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Alike but not the same. Do you remember what kind of buckle you wore
when you had First Rank, Salar Oygla?
-- It was golden, Teacher.
-- And now when you've got the Second Rank?
-- It us silver, Teacher.
-- Quite right. And the Third Rank Salars wear a bronze buckle. I'm
a mentor, I'm of the Seventh Rank, and my buckle is made of iron. The
golden age passed long ago, my Salars. Or may be it has never begun. The
Gods have gone forever to the Penates of Eternity, and the way there is
known only to the eldest of Salars, the Sons of Gods. Maybe soon I'll
know the way too. Our age is iron one, boys, and it is rusty. And if we,
the Gliding-in-the-Dusk, the blue steel of our age, the Ninefold-Living
won't defend the people of Kalorra they'll pass away earlier than it
should be. They will disappear once and forever. And then it'll make no
difference whether they were good or bad. They're of the same tree, of
the same root with us, they are our relatives from mother's side.
-- And what of it? -- asked Sigurd with perplexity.-- I have passed
two times already. I had been ill when a boy... And then a leopard tore
me. And each time I returned.
-- That's right,-- said the mentor Pharamarz smiling sadly.-- You
passed twice, Bryan three times, and I had six times. So we must forgive
everything to the people of Kalorra -- they pass away one time and that's
all. We the Ninefold-Living shouldn't accuse them.
Sigurd nodded. He has already forgiven the people of Kalorra. But
why did the bearded men call them -- the offspring of Gods -- the
devilish sprawn? Their ancestors surely were not devils! The devils... or
the devouted Gods? Or the devious Gods? Or simply -- Divine folk? What
they were?

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Shadow 2. Animal. Human. Divine: Solly Of Shaingholm, the Mutable.

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MEMORY SECTION

THE HOWLING IN THE NIGHT

Old Morn was against this venture and did his best to dissuade them
-- but he couldn't to simpy order or forbid them to go. He could not
to forbid anything to the people whose kin became cold ashes before his
eyes.
Morn was against it but they didn't listen to him. And Solly turned
away and left his teacher, for his father from that time on would never