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But there was a smile on the boy's face. "Marakion ..." He
could barely speak.
Marakion leaned forward. "Yes, Gylar."
Gylar shook his head. "Paladine's not coming. He's not
even going to - " The boy was cut off by a coughing fit.
"He's not even going to drop a mountain on me, Marakion."
Gylar set a shaky hand on Marakion's forearm.
"Remember the ogre, Marakion? I was s-so scared. It was
going to eat me. You remember?"
Marakion nodded.
"You let it go, Marakion," Gylar whispered. "You said
for it to choose something else, a deer or something. You
said it had made the wrong choice. It didn't believe you, and
you beat it up, but you let it go. You forgave it, Marakion.
You forgave it for being itself. It didn't realize what it was
doing."
Marakion swallowed a lump in this throat. Gylar closed
his eyes. His hand still gripped the warrior's arm.
"Maybe Paladine didn't either, Marakion. Maybe he still
doesn't. B - But that's okay. I forgive him. It's okay. I
forgive them all. . . ."
Gylar's grip went slack on Marakion's arm. Marakion
grappled for the hand and caught hold as it started to slip
off. Squeezing his eyes shut, he bowed his head.
"Damn!" was all he said.
*****
Hours later, Marakion stood next to a grave he'd had to
fight the cold earth and snow to dig. His hands were
blistered; Glint was caked in dirt.
Marakion did not speak a eulogy. Everything had
already been said. Who would he speak words of comfort
to, anyway? The only ones able to hear on this distant,
isolated mountaintop were the gods, and they hadn't
listened
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