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"0": "S'ayad'i opened her eyes to see nothing. Grey mist surrounded her in all directions. Then, suddenly before her, was In'a'Lain. In one hundred and forty years, not a detail of his face had faded in her memory. She felt surprisingly calm, serene. She looked into his eyes with no show of emotion.\n He, obviously, remembered her as well, although his reaction was much more violent. \"Child... My lady... Your face has followed me into death! I stumble across the Void, and everywhere I see your face... Why do you trouble me now? I have rid the world of my presence -- why do you inflict me upon yourself again?\"\n S'ayad'i knew that neither the horror she had felt at his death or the pity beneath it would serve her purpose. The in'a'alla must be obeyed, or commanded. \"Be quiet, In'a'Lain. I have come to redeem your honor.\"\n In'a'Lain bowed his head in shame and grief. \"Nothing may do that now, my lady. You would not kill me then, and I am already dead.\"\n \"In'a'alla, listen to me. I have come to offer you a chance of forgiveness. I will set you a task, in'a'alla. You will suffer for me as I have suffered for you. When your task is complete, then honor will be satisfied.\" Despite years of training as a bard, S'ayad'i found it difficult to school her expression to show no emotion. However, if In'a'Lain saw her feelings, he would suspect that the task she set him would be too easy, and he would refuse it.\n The elf's face showed both hope and despair, but he did not speak, nor look at her.\n \"In'a'Lain, I married an elf many years ago, and because of you, I could not consummate my marriage.\" In'a'Lain flinched at her cold tone. \"My husband died, In'a'Lain. He died unburied, unmourned. His shade waits in the Void for me to lead him Home.\" Still In'a'Lain said nothing, but S'ayad'i could tell that he was listening intently.\n \"Your task, In'a'Lain: You will find him here in the Void, though it take you another hundred years. You will confess to him who and what you are. And you will place yourself in his service, until I come to take him Home. When I do, he and I shall judge your service, and decide whether you have earned forgiveness.\"\n Now the elf looked at her, hope winning out over despair in his eyes. S'ayad'i continued coldly. \"He died with as much honor as any in'a'alla -- he went knowingly into the Void to protect my life, and the lives of our comrades. He will be a worthy master for you.\"\n In'a'Lain nodded shortly. \"It will satisfy honor,\" he agreed. \"May I know his name, or is that, too, part of my task?\"\n \"His name is D'nath. He was a mercenary. And when you find him...\" Finally the barrier of ice around her emotions broke, and tears filled her eyes, \"...when you find him, In'a'Lain, tell him that his wife misses him very much.\"\n In'a'Lain bowed low before her, and faded into the grey mist, leaving S'ayad'i alone. She glanced around. \"My Lord? My Lord Milil?\" she called softly. \n Milil was there suddenly. \"Well done, bardling. Art thou ready to return?\"\n She wiped the tears from her face. \"Aye, my Lord. Let us return, and I will pay your price.\"\n ...and she opened her eyes to see the small chapel still around her, the slant of light on the floor hardly changed. Milil still leaned against the altar looking like nothing so much as a cocky young bard, beautiful in face and form, dressed in antiquated clothes.\n S'ayad'i said nothing for a long moment, considering herself. She mentally poked at the injured place within herself, and was surprised to discover that it was already starting to heal. She nearly sobbed in relief. Milil wordlessly laid a hand on her shoulder, and she touched it gently, looking up at him.\n \"I'm all right now, my Lord... I will gladly pay the price.\"\n Milil considered her carefully. \"Thy voice,\" he said.\n S'ayad'i nodded, resigned. She had hoped, but...\n \"Of course,\" the god continued, \"I'll not keep it long, mayhap a month, but I'd like to have that silver voice of thine singing from
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