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Jiriki； so I do not have to stare up at him？ Get yourself one； too。〃
When Simon was seated beside Jiriki； Amerasu inspected him carefully。
Simon felt suddenly tongue…tied； but curiosity vied with shyness。 He stole return glances while doing his best to avoid her almost frighteningly deep eyes。
She was much as he remembered her： shining white hair； skin tight…stretched over her fine bones。 Other than the measureless depths of her stare； the only hint of the immense age to which Jiriki had alluded was in the careful deliberation with which she assayed every movement； as though her skeleton were fragile as dried parchment。 Still； she was very beautiful。 Caught in the web of her regard； Simon imagined that in the dawn of the world Amerasu might have been as terrifyingly； blindingly splendid to look upon as the face of the sun。
〃So；〃 she said finally。 〃You are out of your depths； little fish。〃
Simon nodded。
〃Are you enjoying your visit to Jao e…Tinukai'i？ You are one of the first of your kind to e here。〃
Jiriki sat up straighter。 〃One of the first； wise Amerasu？ Not the first？〃
She ignored him； keeping her gaze fixed on Simon。 He felt himself drawn gently but helplessly into her spell of mand； a wriggling fish pulled inexorably toward the water's blinding surface。 〃Speak； manchild。 What do you think？〃
〃I。。。 I am honored to visit；〃 he said at last； then swallowed。 His throat was very dry。 〃Honored。 But。。。 but I don't want to stay in this valley。 Not forever。〃
Amerasu leaned back in her chair。 He felt himself held more loosely； though the power of her presence was still strongly upon him。 〃I'm not surprised。〃 She took a long breath； smiling sadly。 〃But you would have to be prisoned here a long while before you would be as weary of this life as I am。〃
Jiriki stirred。 〃Should I leave； First Grandmother？〃
His question gave Simon a faint tremor of fright。 He could feel the Sitha…woman's great kindness and great pain…but she was so fearfully strong！ He knew that if she wished； she could keep him here forever； just with the power of her voice and those pelling； labyrinthine eyes。
〃Should 1 leave？〃 Jiriki asked again。
〃I know it pains you to hear me speak so； Willow…switch；〃 Amerasu said。 〃But you are dearest of all my young ones and you are strong。 You can hear truth。〃 She shifted slowly in her chair； long…fingered hand settling on the breast of her white robe。 〃You； too； manchild； have known loss。 That is in your face。 But though every loss is grave； the lives as well as losses of mortals appear and fade as swiftly as the seasons turn the leaves。 I do not mean to be cruel。 Neither do I seek pity…but not you or any other mortal has seen the dry centuries roll past； the hungry millennia； seen the very light and color sucked out of your world until nothing remains but juiceless memories。〃 Strangely； as she spoke her face seemed to grow more youthful； as though her grief were the most vital thing left in her。 Now Simon could see much more than a hint of her former splendor。 He lowered his head； unable to speak。
〃Of course you have not；〃 she said； a slight tremor in her voice。 〃I have。 That is why I am here； in the dark。 It is not that I fear the light； or that I am not strong enough to stand day's brightness。〃 She laughed； a sound like a whipoorwill's mournful call。 〃No； it is only that in darkness I can see the lost days and faces of the past more clearly。〃
Simon looked up。 〃You had two sons；〃 he said quietly。 He had realized why her voice seemed so familiar。 〃One of them went away。〃
Amerasu's face hardened。 〃Both of them are gone。 What have you told him； Jiriki？ These are not tales for the small hearts of mortals。〃
〃I told him nothing。 First Grandmother。〃
She leaned forward intently。 〃Tell me of my sons。 What old legends do you know？〃
Simon swallowed。 〃One son was hurt by a dragon。 He had to go away。 He was burned…like me。〃 He touched his own scarred cheek。 〃The other。。。 the other is the Storm King。〃 As he whispered this last； Simon looked around； as though something might step toward him out of the deep shadows。 The walls creaked and water dripped； but that was all。
〃How do you know this？〃
〃I heard your voice in a dream。〃 Simon searched for words。 〃You spoke in my head for a long time when I was sleeping。〃
The Sitha…woman's beautiful face was grave。 She stared at him as though something hidden within him threatened her。 〃Do not be afraid； manchild；〃 she said at last； reaching out with her slender hands。 〃Do not fear。 And forgive me。〃
Amerasu's cool； dry fingers touched Simon's face。 The lights streamed like shreds of lightning； then flickered and faded； dropping the chamber into utter darkness。 Her grip seemed to tighten。 The blackness sang。
There was no pain； but somehow Amerasu was inside his head； a forceful presence so intimately connected to him at that moment that he felt shockingly； terrifyingly raw； an exposure far more profound than any merely physical nakedness。 Sensing his terror； she calmed him； cradling his secret self like a panicking bird until he was no longer afraid。 First Grandmother then began to pick delicately through his memories； probing him with gentle but purposeful thoroughness。
Dizzy snatches of thought and dream fluttered past； swirling like flower petals in a windstorm…Morgenes and his countless books； Miriamele singing； seemingly meaningless fragments of conversation from Simon's days in the Hayholt。 The night of Thisterborg and the dreadful gray sword spread through his mind like a dark stain； followed by the silver face of Utuk'ku and the three swords from his vision in the house of Geloe。 Plump Skodi and the thing that had laughed in the courtyard flames whirled and melted into the lunacy of the Uduntree and the emotionless eyes of the great white worm Igjarjuk。 Thorn was there； too； a black slash across the light of recollection。 As the memories flew by； he again felt the burning pain of the dragon's blood and the fearful sense of connection to the spinning world； the sickening vastness of the hope and pain of all living things。 At last； like the tatters of a dream； the pictures faded。
The lights came back slowly。 Simon's head was cradled in Jiriki's lap。 The wound on his cheek was throbbing。
〃Forgive me； First Grandmother；〃 Jiriki said as though from a great distance； 〃but was that necessary？ He would have told you all he knew。〃
Amerasu was silent for a long time。 When she spoke； it was with great effort。 Her voice seemed older than before。 〃He could not have told me all； Willow…switch。 Those things that to me seem most important； he is not even aware that he knows。〃 She turned her eyes down to Simon； her face full of weary kindness。 〃I am truly sorry； manchild。 I had no right to plunder you that way； but I am old and frightened and I have little patience left。 Now； I am more frightened than ever。〃
She tried to pull herself up。 Jiriki reached out to help； and she rose unsteadily from her chair and vanished into the shadows。 She returned a moment later with a cup of water； which she held to Simon's lips with her own hands。 He drank thirstily。 The water was co