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market."

Kelyn had nothing to say to that. She thought the cloak meant much more to her, who had faced and
slain the creature, than it would mean to someone who had the money to buy it. But then, she was not
one of the city dwellers, who were, from what little she had seen, bent on cluttering their lives with
objects. She had what she needed to live, and she wanted nothing else.

"Shall I destroy it for you?" Rika said, and nodded at the needle.

Kelyn shook her head, though she could not have said why. What shewanted to say she suddenly found
awkward in her mouth, and she wished that, of all things, this would be one of those things that old
Auntie Rika knew before she ought. But then, maybe some things were meant to be said, though the
words might have been more carefully chosen than those she blurted out. "I'm leaving."

Rika's eyes might have widened a little, but it was brief and looked not at all like surprise. "Perhaps it is
time."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kelyn scowled at her, forgetting for an instant the respect and awe this
woman commanded in her.

"It means that you are alone in the world, and it is time to find your self."

That brought nothing but another frown. "I know who I am."

Rika turned brusque. "Like everyone else, you think you do." She handed the needle back to Kelyn.
"Let this be your guide. Follow it to your self, and to your father. When you find your father, you will find
you."

So shocked that she could not do so much as reach out for the spelled needle, Kelyn found herself
staring opened-mouthed. "Myfather ," she sputtered finally. "I need nothing from him! He's nothing but
aтАФ"cocker! "тАФa witless warrior!"

"I don't recall your mother ever speaking such about him," Rika said, and there was something in her
voice that shamed Kelyn. She looked steadfastly at her own feet, at the ends of those too-long crossed
legs, her hands curled in her lap. Finally, Rika leaned over and gently dropped the needle into Kelyn's
grasp. "Stay the night here, child. And in the morning, go looking for your self. Your path will end at your
father."
 Chapter 3
Kelyn set out for Orrick, the needle tucked safely away at the bottom of her satchelтАФsomething often
thought of, and never touched. Perhaps she would become used to the idea of dealing with such magic,
though she would never use it the way those looters had. Rika had said to use it as a guide to find her
self, but Kelyn knew well enough that she wanted to make her way through Atlia, so what was the point
of consulting it before then?

Any excuse to avoid the thing.

Travel through Orrick's land was not a hard thing. She hadn't known what to expectтАФonly that the gods
shaped their lands as they would. Ketura had chosen craggy, jutting mountains and cold, sparsely
vegetated foothills, and had made a strong, large people to populate them. Orrick, it seemed, favored
trees, and she found the people here to be distinctly shorter than her own. And she'd heard that other