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Updated: May 6, 2025
I, too have wept and mourned, though that was very long ago in the Abyss. My man, my Nausaak, a very brave and strong catcher of fish, fought with the Lanskaarn and he died. I understand, Yulcia! You must think no more of this now. The child needs your strength. You must rest. Go!"
"I understand and I obey, O Yulcia noa!" "It is well. Guard my son as your life. Now I go to see the wounded and the sick again!" The old woman let her out and carefully barred the door behind her. Beatrice, unafraid, with both her weapons lying loose in their holsters, belted under her robe, advanced alone down the terrace path. Her hair had once more been bound up.
As I live, and heaven is above me, in case of civil war he shall be the first to die!" She summoned Gesafam. "Go, now!" she commanded; "go among the remaining Folk and secretly find me a pistol, with ammunition. Steal them if you must. Say nothing, and return as quickly as you can. There be many guns among the Folk. I must have one. Go!" "O, Yulcia, will there be fighting again?" "I know not.
To her little son she returned, and in her arms she cherished him in her trembling arms and the tears came at last, welcome and heart-stilling. Old Gesafam, gazing compassionately with troubled eyes that blinked behind their mica shields, laid a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder. "Do not weep, O Yulcia, mistress!" she exclaimed in her own tongue. "Weep not, for there is still hope.
She heard the smashing of the lightning bolts, the roaring shock of the reverberation, then the crash of shattered buildings. A sudden shock awoke her. She thought a falling block of stone had struck her arm. But it was only old Gesafam shaking her in terror. "Oh, Yulcia, noa!" the nurse was crying in terror. "Up! Waken! The cliff falls! Awake, awake!"
The whole fabric of the cavern trembled again, as though shuddering; then, far below, a grinding crash reechoed and now rose shouts, cries, wails of pain. Already Beatrice was out of the door and running down the terrace. "Yulcia! Yulcia!" the old woman stood screaming after her. "You must not go!" She answered nothing, but ran the faster.
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