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fastidious and orderly to a fault. "I, for one, hope you keep your meddling
to a minimum from here on out. We've got three more courses to get
through. I vote to have them peaceful."

Several Greatkin nodded and clapped their hands politely in favor of
Sathmadd's suggestion. Rimble noted that all of them hailed from tidy,
cheery Eranossa. "Where all the bright ones live," muttered Rimble
sarcastically.

Troth, a dark-skinned quiet fellow, cleared his throat. Like Rimble, Troth
resided in Neath. The beautiful glass beads that adorned his braided hair
swung forward now as he changed position. Troth was the Greatkin of
Death; when he spoke everyone listened.

"Nothing is permanent, Mattermat. Not even us."

"Besides," said Trickster, "the Presence told me to meddle."

Mattermat snorted. "A likely story."

"Once a liar, always a liar," chimed in Sathmadd, wagging a finger at
Rimble sternly.

"I don't lie," yelled Rimble. "I'm Trickster. I live in Neath. We're not like you
day types. We don't tell every-thing we know all at once. It's not our
nature."

There was a long silence. During it, Rimble slumped in his chair. He
crumpled the linen napkin in his lap with frustration. Would no one in
Eranossa ever understand that he served the Presence same as the rest of
them? He had a divine right to meddle; it was his job, for Presence sake.

Rimble licked his lips and whispered in a singsong manner, "Trickster's my
name and change is my game. Trickster's my name and change is my game.
Trickster's my nameтАФ"

Jinndaven interrupted his brother sharply. "Cut that out, Rimble. This is the
Panthe'kinarok, when everything we say translatesтАФ"

"Yup," snapped Rimble, his pied eyes flashing with fury. "Trickster's my
name and change is my game. Trickster'sтАФ"

Finally hearing Rimble's words, Mattermat jumped to his feet. "Shut up! You
just shut up, Trickster! Don't you dare do one more thing to one more
world! I tell you, I won't have it! I won't!"

Now Mattermat appealed to the Greatkin whom the rest of the family
lovingly referred to as Eldest. Her real name was Themyth. She was the
Greatkin of Civilization. No Panthe'kinarok could begin without her opening
libation to the Presence. Her word was final in all disputes. Eldest, who had