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Starlight
displaced
just
enough
of
the
night
to
charge
each
shadow
with
menace
.
She
looked
at
patches
of
blackness
.
Black
is
a
blind
remembering
,
she
thought
.
You
listen
for
pack
sounds
,
for
the
cries
of
those
who
hunted
your
ancestors
in
a
past
so
ancient
only
your
most
primitive
cells
remember
.
The
ears
see
.
The
nostrils
see
.
Presently
,
Paul
stood
beside
her
,
said
:
“
Duncan
told
me
that
if
he
was
captured
,
he
could
hold
out
.
.
.
this
long
.
We
must
leave
here
now
.
”
He
shouldered
the
pack
,
crossed
to
the
shallow
lip
of
the
basin
,
climbed
to
a
ledge
that
looked
down
on
open
desert
.
Jessica
followed
automatically
,
noting
how
she
now
lived
in
her
son
’
s
orbit
.
For
now
is
my
grief
heavier
than
the
sands
of
the
seas
,
she
thought
.
This
world
has
emptied
me
of
all
but
the
oldest
purpose
:
tomorrow
’
s
life
.
I
live
now
for
my
young
Duke
and
the
daughter
yet
to
be
.
She
felt
the
sand
drag
her
feet
as
she
climbed
to
Paul
’
s
side
.
He
looked
north
across
a
line
of
rocks
,
studying
a
distant
escarpment
.
The
faraway
rock
profile
was
like
an
ancient
battleship
of
the
seas
outlined
by
stars
.
The
long
swish
of
it
lifted
on
an
invisible
wave
with
syllables
of
boomerang
antennae
,
funnels
arcing
back
,
a
pi
-
shaped
upthrusting
at
the
stern
.
An
orange
glare
burst
above
the
silhouette
and
a
line
of
brilliant
purple
cut
downward
toward
the
glare
.
