Riwal

Carved on the walls of rock were faces, some grotesque, some human-seeming and benign, and often bands of runes that Riwal busied himself to copy.

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Riwal said that to call upon a name in this place would unlock some force.

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Riwal had dismounted and gone to the rock face in which that pattern was so deeply chiseled, running his fingers along the lines as far up as he could reach, as if he wished to assure himself by touch that what his eyes reported was true.

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And I realized then that in some of his seeking Riwal must have been successful, for his sign was of the Power.

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I could not judge, but perhaps Riwal, with his learning in those matters, might.

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As Riwal had said, who knew the purposes of the Old Ones.

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I had heard enough from Riwal to know that when one went some distance down the path of alien knowledge, things of power, both light and dark, could make themselves known to the initiate.

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Different I might be in body because of the curse laid on me before my birth, but I needed not add to that difference by striving to follow those paths trod by Wisewomen and a few men such as Riwal.

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Everything grew for Riwal, and the farmer who had a wish for the best of crops would go cap in hand at sowing tune and ask the Wiseman to overlook his land and give advice.

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I could understand the never-ending hunger that kept Riwal searching, his patient attempts to restore the broken bits he found that he might see, guess, but perhaps never know.

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