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’The latter, mortal The latter And it must be earned I wish for the chance For all my people, I wish for the chance’

The wizard slowly nodded ’A worthy wish, Old One’ He held out his hand, palm up, stared down at it ’There’s salt in this clay, is there not? I smell it Clay is usually airless, lifeless Defiant of the tireless servants of the soil But the salt, well ’ A writhing clump took shape on Quick Ben’s palm ’Sometimes,’ he went on, ’the sihtiest sorceries, in the siinable’ The wor-like cilia along their lengths -- twisted and heaved, fell in cluround ’These are native to a distant continent They feed on salt, or so it seems -- the s, especially in the dry season They can turn the hardest pan of clay into sand To put it another way, they bring air to the airless’ He dropped the cluan burrowing ’And they breed faster than es? Their binding’s cru?’

’Mortal, who are you?’

’In the eyes of the gods, Talamandas? Just a lowly salt-worm I’ll hear your tale now, Old One ’

CHAPTER NINE

On the subcontinent of Stratee, can be found a vast peninsula where even the gods do not tread Reaching to each coast, encoues, stretches a vast plaza Aye, dear readers, there is no other word for it Fashion this in your rey, almost black, stone Rippled lines of dark dust,winds, these are all that break the breathless ive credence to Gothos’s hoary tolorious ’Folly’? Should we attach a dread name to the makers of this plaza? If we must, then that name is K’Chain Che’Malle Who, then, were the K’Chain Che’Malle? An Elder Race, or so Gothos tells Extinct even before the rise of the Jaghut, the T’lan Imass, the Forkrul Assail

Truth? Ah, if so, then these stones were laid down half a o In the opinion of this chronicler, what utter nonsense

My Endless Travels

Esslee Monot (the Dubious)

’How do you , I would hear your thoughts Deeds are the crudest measure of all, wouldn’t you say?’

He cast her a glower as they walked ’You suggesting that good intentions are enough, Lady?’

Envy shrugged ’Can no value be found in good intentions?’

’What, precisely, are you trying to justify? And to lared, then quickened her pace ’You’re no fun at all,’ she sniffed as she pulled ahead, ’and presu to talk with Tool -- histhere, twisting in the wind

Not entirely true, he realized after a moment The T’lan Imass had showed the fullest measure of his emotions a week past With his sister’s departure None of us are ig’s shoulder, squinted towards the distant ridgeline to the northeast, and the washed-out e marked the borders of the Pannion Domin There was a city at the foot of those mountains, or so the Lady had assured hiers aren’t welco there?

Onearm’s Host had effectively declared war on the theocratic e, but not doubting Every description of the Pannion Do … uh Fist despised tyranny Which is ironic, since the Eain, htly insane … He scowled, glanced back to the three Seguleh trailing hi eyes within hard

Soht here Since her return fro a crimson, thickly planted kiss -- Hood’s breath, does the man even know? If I was Senu or Thurule, would I dare tell hie A skittery look in her eyes -- just the occasional flash, but I’m not aed against me, either