The Crippled God
Dramatis Personae Pagination
"He was a soldier"
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Chapter 3 Chapter 4
All the takers of my days
Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Chapter 7
To charge the spear
Chapter 8 Chapter 9
Chapter 10
The fists of the world
Chapter 11 Chapter 12
Chapter 13
A hand upon the fates
Chapter 14 Chapter 15
Chapter 16
To one in chains
Chapter 17 Chapter 18
Chapter 19 Chapter 20
Your private shore
Chapter 21 Chapter 22
Chapter 23 Chapter 24
Epilogue I Epilogue II

The faces all in rows will wait
As I take each in my hands
Remembering what it is
To be who I am not.
Will all these struggles
Fade into white?
Or melt like snow on stone
In the heat of dawn?
Do you feel my hands?
These weathered wings
Of dreams of flight
Are gifts worn down.
Still I hold fast and climb sure
Through your eyes--
Who waits for me
Away from the ravaged nests
The scenes of violence
Any searching will easily find
The broken twigs
The tufts of feather and hair
The spilled now drying--
Did you spring alight
Swift away unharmed?
So many lies we leave be
The sweet feeding to make us strong
But the rows are unmoving
And we journey without a step
What I dare you to lose
I surrendered long ago
But what I beg you to find
Must I then lose?
In these rows there are tales
For every line, every broken smile
Draw close then
And dry these tears
For I have a story to tell

The Unwitnessed
Fisher kel Tath

The children of the Snake, travelling west, meet the Bonehunters travelling east, and join them. The Bonehunters share with them their little remaining water.

The Bonehunters are dying of thirst and are unlikely to last another day; yet they are inspired by the presence of the children to struggle on for longer.

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