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@ -6,7 +6,7 @@ At the river by his cave, there is a pool where the water flows out from between
So Lyut sets his stick aside and crawls on hands and knees to one of the rocks and with a long-practiced sweep of his fingers through the water, he catches up the cords of the far end of the net from where they lay on the bank and sweeps his arm around to draw the net around and back toward him.
Ýng has smiled on him today, and in the net he feels the dancing of a fish and, upon dragging the net ashore, feels in its grasp also the hard-shelled forms of the crawfish that live their silent lives on the bottom of the silt-bedded river.
I have smiled on him today, and in the net he feels the dancing of a fish and, upon dragging the net ashore, feels in its grasp also the hard-shelled forms of the crawfish that live their silent lives on the bottom of the silt-bedded river.
The net entire is laid flat upon the shore to let the fish and crustaceans drown in air while Lyut cleans his paws and knife in the water of the stream.
@ -20,7 +20,7 @@ In the meantime, Lyut walks carefully into the woods perpendicular to the hill o
By then, the smell of steamed fish is beginning to escape from the clay baker that he has formed, and the time to break his fast is upon him.
His walking stick, hard and long-cured, is used to drag the baked clay from the embers and the jug of water put in its place to bring to a boil. He says a short prayer to Ýng for his bounty, for his food, and for the taking of three lives in order to fill his belly, and by the time the last word is finished, the clay is cool enough to tap and crack apart to exposed his steamed food.
His walking stick, hard and long-cured, is used to drag the baked clay from the embers and the jug of water put in its place to bring to a boil. He says a short prayer to Ýng for his bounty, for his food, and for the taking of three lives in order to fill his belly, and by the time the last word is finished, the clay is cool enough to tap and crack apart to exposed his steamed food. I sup from that prayer as well, for I provided him with his meal.
He sets the spent clay aside and unfurls the ferns from around his food. His first bite is of the curled heads of the fronds, seasoned with the fat of the fish and the heady scent of crawfish. His second and third bites are the flesh of the fish scraped away from soft bones with sharp teeth. The rest of his meal is a silent contemplation of what wonderful complexities the silty life of a crustacean may hold even as the tails are pulled from the crawfish, the meat eaten from within, and the butter sucked from the heads.

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It is the last night of the week of fasting and it is the thirtieth year that Lyut has served Ýng and myself that I have decided to change him and by changing him, change the world, for am I not the god of the water and the god of watching and am I not also a trickster god? My trouble will come back on me thirtyfold, I am sure, but Lyut is the thirtieth ascetic who has served me and I am ready.
It is the last night of the week of fasting and it is the thirtieth year that Lyut has served Ýng and myself that I have decided to change him and by changing him, change the world, for am I not the god of the water and the god of watching and the god of death, and am I not also a trickster god? My trouble will come back on me thirtyfold, I am sure, but Lyut is the thirtieth ascetic who has served me and I am ready.
Lyut has once more gone to sleep hungry, belly filled with prayer and sorrow and boiled water. I come to him then. I come to him and I touch the back of his neck, then the crown of his head, then the lids of his eyes, and then I sit in the clearing and wait for him to waken. I sit and watch, for that is my jurisdiction.
@ -14,7 +14,7 @@ I answer in Ýng's stead: "You see."
"You are not Ýng."
"I am Týw. I am the god of the moon and the water and of watching."
"I am Týw. I am the god of the moon and the water and of watching and of death."
"Týw?"