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Her dried clotted blood turned to red-ochred soil,

But the radiant child made it all worth the toil”

“The Mother’s great joy A bright shining boy”

Ayla’s breath caught in her throat when she heard those words They seemed to tell the story of her and her son, Durc She reive birth to hireat joy Zelandoni continued in her nificent voice

“Mountains rose up spouting flames from their crests

She nurtured Her son from Her mountainous breasts

He suckled so hard, the sparks flew so high,

The Mother’s hot h the sky”

“His life had begun She nourished Her son”

This story seeh trying tofall into place Jondalar, he told me some of this on our Journey here

“He laughed and he played, and he grew big and bright

He lit up the darkness, the Mother’s delight

She lavished Her love, he grew bright and strong,

But soon he ”

“Her son was near grown His mind was his own”