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"What was it?" Paul asked tiredly.

He sighed. So much happening. His heart wasn't going to be able to keep up. At the going down of the sun and in the morning

There was a great deal happening, much too fast, and Paul wasn't sure if he could move past it. He wasn't sure at all. His heart couldn't move so fast. There will come a tomorrow when you weep for me, Kevin had sung a year ago. He'd been singing of Rachel, for whom Paul had not yet cried. Singing of Rachel, not himself.

"Metran," Jaelle said. "From Cader Sedat. Loren wants to go after him, to the island where Amairgen died."

Paul sank into a chair, uncaring, for once, that Jaelle should see him as less than strong. What did such things matter now? They shall not grow old, as we that are left.

He tried to make himself into a bird again but he couldn't. He wasn't strong enough to do it so soon. He walked down the slope to the cottage. He went inside. She had left Finn's clothes and his own. He looked at the small things he had worn; then he put on some of Finn's clothing and went away.

Kevin's own words from a year before. "Rachel's Song," he had called it. But now-now everything had been changed, the metaphor made achingly real. So completely so, he couldn't even grasp how such a thing could come to pass.

It was twilight. Outside the snow was nearly gone. No flooding, no dangerous rising of rivers or lakes. If the Goddess could do this, she could do it harmlessly. And she could do this thing because of the sacrifice. Liadon, the beloved son, who was who was Kevin, of course.

"Leila," said Jaelle wearily, "close the door and go away."

He sighed. So much happening. His heart wasn't going to be able to keep up. At the going down of the sun and in the morning

There was a great deal happening, much too fast, and Paul wasn't sure if he could move past it. He wasn't sure at all. His heart couldn't move so fast. There will come a tomorrow when you weep for me, Kevin had sung a year ago. He'd been singing of Rachel, for whom Paul had not yet cried. Singing of Rachel, not himself.

And when June comes December

Kevin's own words from a year before. "Rachel's Song," he had called it. But now-now everything had been changed, the metaphor made achingly real. So completely so, he couldn't even grasp how such a thing could come to pass.

He wiped his eyes and turned back. In time to see Jennifer, who had been composed to hear of Darien and tautly silent as Dave spoke, now rise at Jaelle's words, a white grief in her face, her mouth open, eyes blazing with naked pain, and Paul realized that if she was opening now to this, she was open to everything. He bitterly regretted his moment of anger. He took a step toward her, but even as he did, she made a choking sound and fled.

"Love do you remember My name?

"What was it?" Paul asked tiredly.

There was a great difficulty in his throat, and his eyes were stinging. He wouldn't look back at the others. To himself and to the twilight he said:

"Metran," Jaelle said. "From Cader Sedat. Loren wants to go after him, to the island where Amairgen died."

And when June comes December

"Oh, shut up" Paul raged. An urge to strike this ever-present, ever-placid child rose fiercely within him.

He tried to make himself into a bird again but he couldn't. He wasn't strong enough to do it so soon. He walked down the slope to the cottage. He went inside. She had left Finn's clothes and his own. He looked at the small things he had worn; then he put on some of Finn's clothing and went away.

Made bitter by frost.

"Let her go," said Leila. "This was necessary."

Paul sank into a chair, uncaring, for once, that Jaelle should see him as less than strong. What did such things matter now? They shall not grow old, as we that are left.

It was very quiet behind him, and he wondered if they had gone. But then he heard Jaelle's voice. Cold, cold Priestess. But she wasn't now, it seemed. She said, "He could not have done this, not have been found worthy, had he not been traveling toward the Goddess all his life. I don't know if this is of aid to you, but I offer it as true."

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