Today, and in share from my speech with the thriae, I did something I had ere much forethought. I went to Zotheiu’s Shrine in Greenmother’s Temple. Before the Soul-Tree’s roots, I beseeched the priests and treesingers to cleave the Overmind.
It had been fourteen years since I had last done, and the sake was rather same: the Aslanta. I dolefully outsought the yesterwhits taken from the mindseech Brand had undergone and any whits that may help us understand their world, from the stunted trees barely big enough to hold a single house to the queer dry-furrow bare-earth fields, like wounds open to the sky. I heard their barking Hyumanza speech and gleaned meaningfulness from Brand’s thoughts. I watched the many fights he had outlived, from backlane thieves, witsome smithcraft enginewights from a silver spire, and wild tusky heathens who looked half-Korasha, half-ape and would seemingly slay all. I tasted the odd meats and cakes as he uncouthly ate with hands or even stuck a knife in his mouth! And ale, so much ale!
Over and again I came back to the dream of his mother’s death and Brand’s murder of the haughty, sneering man who had slain her. This I bewared as his lifetime’s key, the deed that had both broken and shaped him. He had been a youth, and it had made him outlaw and wanderer, which had doubtlessly added to him becoming a pathfinder and, deeming some deeds else, sometimes a thief. Even so awful, much within his sorrow and anger I understood. When I felt his love’s strength for his mother, I could hardy believe his mind had never stemmed from hers…which raises so many asks about how hyumanza babes grow and learn speech.
Reckfully, there were also yesterwhits of wives (and Brand had surely loved wives, as I knew), which drew my heed, since among the hyumanza, Manright forecravingly owns foremostness. I watched that, though Brand had loved a few, most wives he had dallied under lust. More reckfully, many had seemingly enwed under fee. It seemed an odd trade...
As a teaser for Saturday, here's a snippet from Chapter 34, in which Lady Vaeol seeks communion with Zotheiu, Son's Soul-Tree, seeking more information on ~Aslanta~ - Humans...
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