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 Eli's own body still on the slab, not a drop on him.
+## Magarib 20–21
+### The Tale of the Veteran's Cane
+This veteran's cane, and when you have been given this one,
+you will help him carry it.
+He will not be injured by it,
+but it is not safe to be too full of it.
+He may get rid of his fears and doubt,
+but he will not be hurt by it at all.
+He will not be hurt by it, but in the name of Hajama,
+as a traveler in a state of great danger.
+I see that you are a man of understanding,
+That is one of those who know the truth.
+When he had finished, the imam got up and said: "I have heard, O
+merciful king, That there is a stranger among the people of the city,
+As tall as a mountain with a beard like a peacock."
+This veteran's cane is as a white ornament: it is used to keep them
+like the enamel in a vase or as a mirror:
+It is used by sailors as a weapon for striking with
+and some as a weapon when they are being fond of us.
+When their druggist makes his or her bed, the two of them are in the
+habit of drinking wine together and eating, and sometimes they make a
+peaceable companionship; but they are as a rule never together.
+All in all, I prefer to take the chains and, if I are beaten, I will
+follow your example.
+If I find myself in a place where I can't get away, I will cut my own
+wood and burn my own stoves, and so on.
+His eyes glinted, and his heart beat like a spring in the storm.
+His apprentice, the faithful quartermaster Captain Xendros, said:
+"In such cases, I dare you, my master, to pick a quarrel with me? You
+are the one who brought me up, and I have been wronged by you. In that
+case, it is not for me to give you a choice between me and him, and if
+I am beaten by you, I shall cut my own wood and burn my own stoves,
+and I shall then have to fight for you. I do not think you can make
+the choice, master," said the merchant with the burning mouth, "and it
+does not please me to hear you complain of the wrongs you have done me
+and of the injustice you have done me. You are a coward, and I shall
+strike up my own shop on the coast of the Crowded Sea."
+## The Tale of the Ancient Vestments
+The Loregiver tells of an amira in the twelfth century.
+With a group of soldiers, they expertly escorted the amira through the
+streets of the district, where she was met by a small crowd of
+onlookers. Her presence was also noticed by two rulers of the palace,
+whom she had in her service. The latter were the husband-to-be and the
+younger daughter of the vizier, and that is to say, the two who were
+killed in the palace.
+The palace guards, who had been watching over Gana in private but as
+usual remained in and out of her presence, were muttering to
+themselves: "How could she be killed by the palace guards? We shall
+not know about this until the day after tomorrow night." For the time
+being, they were in a state of confusion and during the night they had
+wandered about the palace looking for her. They had not noticed her
+before, and as for the vizier, he had not been able to sleep, as Gana
+was still in the palace with the guard servants, and so he had only to
+stay awake for a while.
+By the time the next morning dawned, he was still in the palace.
+Many of the tattered and ragged clothes from the amira's expedition
+lie in a seawater, particularly the pajamas, which are wrapped in
+seaweed.
+Shibali herself has a strong dislike for the guests who
+flee the palace, but she recognizes the value of them
+after reading their stories and the stories of the
+marids, for the storytellers and the mariners are all
+in the palace.
+She is extremely jealous and jealous of the guests. She is only
+allowed two nights in a week, and in the first night she sleeps with
+only the servants of the palace. She has a nightmarish sense of humor
+and is quite unable to sleep. She has been known to wear accessories
+and wear out their lives, so she has no qualms about being seen in the
+palace.
+She wears a sultana's robe, and a sash that her father
+has drawn up for her, which he has kept trimmed with gold and adorned
+with jewels. She is besotted by dreams of gold, jewels, and spices,
+and each night she has a special night-time ritual: a night of
+drinking, dancing, and singing.
+Her festival is held every year on the first of the month of Saris,
+when a party of Pantheon League treasure seekers (gathered here by a
+wealth of the nearest cities and towns) ride out to meet the sultana.
+These entertainments are chosen from a large roster of exotic items
+and special effects, arranged in an exotic but worthless and corrupted
+fashion. In the sultana's home kit, which includes the portmanteau,
+and an exotic lamp with a magical enchantment, the sultana gives her
+the magic to design her own new items, which she twists into mundane
+items.
+## The Tale of the Acolyte's Flame
+My compatriot is betrothed to Istishia
+but I have pledged myself to Imix.
+My worship burns in your presence,
+And your knowledge is more powerful than the night.
+Your light is like the moon.
+Your certainty is like the fire.
+Your knowledge is like the dawn.
+Your power is like the morning.
+Your answer is like the dawn,
+and your peace is like the dawn.
+You are the Lord of the funeral pyre.
+Your truth is like the elders.
+Your will is like the beasts of burden.
+My worship burns in the
+place of the great, the magnificent, the mysterious;
+the illustrious, the majestic, the beloved;
+the envious, the detractors, the idolaters;
+the faithful, the faithful, the peace-loving;
+the liberated, the oppressed, the refugees.
+The sun, moon, and stars of heaven,
+the swift, the swift, and the swift,
+the beautified, the blessed, the free, the gracious,
+the prosperous, the excommunicated;
+the way of the righteous.
+My worship burns within my hand,
+And all my heart's desire is to be with you;
+For fear of the one who has the power to
+Deliver me from the clutches of the evil world,
+Which has spread out like a fiery sea,
+Despising me and seeking after me.
+It is the wish of my heart that I should be your slave,
+And your slave is my desire;
+You who have given me a ship,
+And the rudder of which I can lift,
+And a beating heart that is set upon you.
+It is he who has brought me here,
+But I have come to give you my word,
+I have not insulted you but you, my master,
+Who is the friend of righteousness,
+Who is the servant of the upright,
+Who is the servant of freedom,
+Who is the slave of the blameless.