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boy who suddenly knew that he had to find an answer to shaida.
He looked into the cave, at the great, black gash in the side
of the hill where Jonath and his other near-brothers lay
entombed. 'It is strange that the slow evil did not take me,
yes? Perhaps the slow evil is afraid of wildness. I have
always been a little wild, I think. Haidar used to say I was
wild, with all my talk of driving a sled east into the
sunrise. He used to say I listened to you too much. When I was
a boyтАУ '
'Shhh, you talk too much.'
'But I have to ask you this, sir; I must know a thing.'
'What is that?'
'When I was a boy, I wanted to find the bed of Sawel from
where he arises each morning to light the world. Pure wildness,
as Haidar always warned. Tell me, sir, you must know тАУ was I
born with this wild face? My face is so different than the
faces of my brothers. And they were so much stronger and
hardier in their bodies; they never seemed to feel the cold.
Why did they go over and not I?'
Soli looked at him and said, 'It was fate. Just blind fate.'
Danlo was disturbed by the way Soli spoke of fate. There was
galia, he knew, the World-soul, and one could certainly speak
of the wilu-galia, the intention of the World-soul, but how
could the World-soul be blind? No, he thought, only people or
animals (or God, himself) could be blind. As Haidar had taught
him, he shut his eyes again and breathed frigid air to clear
his inner sight. He tried to askeerawa wilu-galia, to see the
intention of the World-soul, but he could not. There was only
darkness in front of him, as deep and black as a cave without
light. He opened his eyes; the cold needles of wind made him
blink. Could it
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be that Haidar had told him and the other children false
stories about the animals, about the birth and life of the
World? Could it be that everything he knew was wrong? Perhaps
only full men were able to see that the World-sours intention
was shaida; perhaps this was what Soli meant by blind fate.
'It is cold,' Soli said, stamping his feet. 'It is cold and
I am tired.'
He turned to step toward the cave and Danlo followed him. He,
too, was tired, so tired that his tendons ached up and down his
limbs and he felt sick in his belly, as if he had eaten bad
meat. For thirteen years of his life, ever since he could
remember, entering the cave from the outside world had always
been a moment full of warmth, certitude, and quiet joy. But now
nothing would ever be the same again, and even the familiar
stones of the entranceway тАУ the circular, holy stones of white
granite that his ancestors had set there тАУ were no comfort to
him. The cave itself was just as it had been for a million
years: a vast lava tube opening into the side of the mountain;