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THE STONE KNIFE

Anna Stephens

Dedication

For Lisa,

who asked the question when we were fourteen

– and who always believed the answer

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THE SINGER

The source, Singing City, Pechacan, Empire of Songs

The song is life and wealth and bounty from the earth. The song is courage in childbirth, strength in war, cleverness in creation.

The song lifts us and binds us, as beautiful and inevitable as my brother, the Great Star, in his endless cycle of appearances at dawn and dusk, and his regular absences to do battle with the lords of the Underworld.

As the Great Star always returns on the appointed place in the calendar, victorious as he rises from the depths to watch over us once more, so the song cannot, does not, falter. For the song is mine and I am its Singer. I take strength from my brother, and I give strength to him. Between us, we bring the earth into harmony.

And today, on the Great Star’s 118th appearance at dawn, I enter the eleventh year of my reign. All you Singers who have gone before, you holy Setatmeh who send the rains that bring the crops to fruition, see me wax into my power and know that you are honoured. My song is but an extension of yours, my glory but a shadow of the glories you achieved.

Soon, all Ixachipan will be ours.

Soon, it will be time to awaken the world spirit.

For I am the Singer, and this is my will.

XESSA

The Swift Water, below Sky City, Malel, Tokoban

118th day of the Great Star at morning

They said that the Drowned were the souls of the dead, angry that the living still walked beneath the sun, still breathed the air and ate the good food of the land. They said that this anger made them vicious and desperate, and that they sang to lure the living into death with them.

They said the Drowned were the ancient spirits of the land displaced by the Tokob people, who were the first children brought into being by Malel, and that the Drowned were slowly reclaiming the world for themselves, one life at a time.

They said the Drowned were those who had died of grief or betrayal, that their hurt was so great they clung to life in another form, their bodies as twisted and ruined as their hearts had been. That they would stop taking people if only they were loved. That their songs were laments.

And they said the Drowned were another branch of life, like the great jaguar and the tiny chulul – the same but different. That they were trying to communicate, and meant no harm, but their songs were irresistible. That they ate what they caught because it was in their nature to do so.