TKC 19
Mother told me the tale of the two eyes. Any colour, she
said, but two different. Many fear the arrival of the two eyes, claiming
witchery. Others celebrate such a birth, believing the two eyes are great
healers. Both are true, Lyra, she
said, but that is not the whole of the
story.
This is what Damin refers to when he says I will keep
survivors alive. It is about healing, but on a massive scale, using methods no
one will name as traditional.
A long time ago, mother said, there was another with two
eyes and she came when death was a spectre no one could ignore. Drought and
famine would soon take the last. She stood on a rock in the desert and summoned
rain. More than that, she summoned flakes of sustenance to feed everyone until
the new harvest, and thus was civilisation saved.
How, I asked. I cannot
say, Lyra, but you will know. It is inside you.
I do not yet know. All I have are legends, and they give no
details. Damin became my betrothed, the only man in Grenmassin who would have
me. We are childhood friends, we know each other well, and yet most were
surprised when Damin approached my mother. My father died a year before, and I
believe he would have said no to Damin. My mother said yes.
Now I understand why the elders of Grenmassin sent me to
find Damin. He lends my words credence. He allays their fears simply by
choosing to bond himself with me. The Mur name carries weight inland. They also
sent me, I now realise, to test my latent gift somewhere else first.
If I fail in either gift or returning Damin to the fold,
they will remain in Grenmassin. They will all die.
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