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Ri — Eye of the Ocean Book One 235
death. “It might become real, or parts of it might.” Like Cam'lt Temple had, or
the consequences of what had happened there had. And that damn Simic's story.
“What would make it real, Lord Gennady?” the man asked. “Or keep it the
same, rather.” He took the girdle from the woman and tossed it half the distance
between them in a flight of crystal, green and amber and blue. The sheen of the
waters first then mostly amber sand with the sky a haze, like mist on the surface
of the crystals. Then the colors of the grass were added, with the last moisture of
morning still on the blades. The sound of the fall circled in, a spiral of sound. It
made his ears hurt.
Sarkalt walked to where the girdle had landed and knelt in front of it. What
had been human in him disappeared between one step and the next.
The grass cushioned the soles of Gennady's boots, there was hardly any
sound but his very presence screamed a difference in this place. Crystal became
liquid silver in his hands as he picked the girdle up. “I want what these two here
want, Overpriest. Our past and our future. Can you understand this?”
Green eyes looked up at him, but the woman spoke first. “He can't. It's not
fair to ask it of him.”
“Understand or give?” Sarkalt asked, but continued before any answer could
be made. “I remember a story from the San's books, of all of them, this one
speaks truth to me in an immediate form. Or the story was from the Law Clerk's
books rather, but I don't think they would be different. Have you seen them?”
He nodded and the Overpriest continued, “At the breakpoint of Nexus
Change, the black Phoenix set her goats free, with a path for them to follow, and
water and food on that path, and a home, much as they had always known, at
the end of it.”
Garm's story, but the one he had told in the diamond. Allwyk had found only
isolated similarities in several of the books. “And of the rest of it?” Gennady said
as he let the girdle fall again. The crystals were cold, but then the girdle always
had been cold.
Sarkalt smiled through the sound. “This is most of what you need to know.”
“What?” The goats? Of the entire story, just the goats being set free?
“A path, Zimmer. And perhaps, at the end, a home. What more concerns
you?” White braids floated across the girdle, leavin