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for the others were easy, were riddles
set before children
set before huntsmen
set before those
whom the Chieftain could never remember,
and the heart and the mind
of Wanderer bent like the light
of the one true crystal, turning
to words and to whispers,
to the counsel that Riverwind heard
that night at the brink of the journey,
and traveling eastward
under the reeling moons
toward the source of the light
in the heart of the Staff,
again that night was his naming night.

Ill

The plains are long as thought, my fathers,
as memory, where the traveler
sees at the edge of the sky
the dead children walking,
and closer, as the sky recedes,
the children accept his name,
in the terrible dust
becoming, as the sky recedes,
the skins of himself
he abandoned in wandering.

Or this is the way it always happens,
the story they tell us of blindness
in the country of leopards
when our eyes say NO MORE,
SAY WE ARE DONE WITH LOOKING,
WITH THE CHILDREN,
WITH SKINS AND WITH DUST AND WITH MEMORY.

But the time of the Staff was no time,
as Old Man told him it would be,
knowing, reading the hawk's heart,
reading the switch of the wind,
knowing the Staff was calling,
changing the country,
changing the heart and the way
the memory wanders the heart.
And the moons crossed
at impossible angle,
Solinari to rest in the source of the sun,
Lunitari to rest in the dragons.