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"How about Faith. Unbreakable Faith." | "How about Faith. Unbreakable Faith." | ||
| β | "All right, but remember, this one is still mine. I'll let you use it, but..." she took the blade in both hands to hand it back to him, but as she did so a sound like a single clear bell sounded through the manse. Outside, a blue jay in one of the great guardian oaks turned its head to one side. The thousand students in the [[A School For All | + | "All right, but remember, this one is still mine. I'll let you use it, but..." she took the blade in both hands to hand it back to him, but as she did so a sound like a single clear bell sounded through the manse. Outside, a blue jay in one of the great guardian oaks turned its head to one side. The thousand students in the [[A School For All]] stopped writing for a moment, listening to the breeze. A thousand miles to the east a stag, pursued by a great wolf, stopped on a hilltop, and the two faced one another for a moment, still and silent. And hundreds of miles to the southwest, deep in his citadel atop the back of his decaying behemoth, a deathlord cast his bones and wondered at the meaning of this strange augury. |
"Marta, you're hurt!" The girl looked down at her hands, and the blade lying there was covered with bright red blood. Gently she set it on the floor and looked at her brother. In his hands, the black hilted blade of purest golden light was also slick with blood. Rivers set it on the floor and summoned his jokun with a shout; they quickly brought a basin of water and bandages, a clockwork servitor in tow. They cleaned her hands, but the wound was so thin and light it closed before their eyes, leaving no trace of its presence. When Rivers washed the blood from his own palms, he found the same. | "Marta, you're hurt!" The girl looked down at her hands, and the blade lying there was covered with bright red blood. Gently she set it on the floor and looked at her brother. In his hands, the black hilted blade of purest golden light was also slick with blood. Rivers set it on the floor and summoned his jokun with a shout; they quickly brought a basin of water and bandages, a clockwork servitor in tow. They cleaned her hands, but the wound was so thin and light it closed before their eyes, leaving no trace of its presence. When Rivers washed the blood from his own palms, he found the same. | ||
