The Ammanene Tansaree
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I have left you speechless, and I apologise. So young you are and without the chance to brace yourself; but I know why you are here. You have the looks of your mother - no, grandmother it must be. She was a fierce one, clutching her red iron spear and scowling the second and last time that we met.

The first snow and Neth had brought the Emerald Company to our temple; they came here then as the Ammander folk do now. Those who carry spears have the yearning for the old Ammand and the King they carry in their hearts, just as do those who work the land ... ah, now, no tears. They do not bring back the past, no, but not for lack of trying. Not for lack of trying.

Your grandmother was one of those Lost to the Farthest Battle that winter, yes, and you yourself in armor and the company of those weaponed stalwarts beyond the temple pillars. I understand now.

I recall your grandmother, but I did not know her. For that I apologise again; I have little to offer you. But wait - take this bloom to Port and there find Unsharee, who calls herself The Cursed these past years. It was Unsharee and Arith I spoke with while your grandmother scowled ... but take this bloom. It came from a far place, and that will win you through to speak with one who knew your grandmother.

[ Posted by Reason on April 4, 2005 ]