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Easter
sat
some
distance
away
from
the
crowd
at
the
bottom
of
the
mountain
,
watching
the
dawn
over
the
hills
to
the
east
.
She
had
a
chain
of
blue
forget
-
me
-
nots
tattooed
around
her
left
wrist
,
and
she
rubbed
them
,
absently
,
with
her
right
thumb
.
Another
night
had
come
and
gone
,
and
nothing
.
The
folk
were
still
coming
,
by
ones
and
twos
.
The
last
night
had
brought
several
creatures
from
the
southwest
,
including
two
young
boys
each
the
size
of
an
apple
tree
,
and
something
which
she
had
only
glimpsed
,
but
which
had
looked
like
a
disembodied
head
the
size
of
a
VW
Bug
.
They
had
disappeared
into
the
trees
at
the
base
of
the
mountain
.
Nobody
bothered
them
.
Nobody
from
the
outside
world
even
seemed
to
have
noticed
they
were
there
:
she
imagined
the
tourists
at
Rock
City
staring
down
at
them
through
their
insert
-
a
-
quarter
binoculars
,
staring
straight
at
a
ramshackle
encampment
of
things
and
people
at
the
foot
of
the
mountain
,
and
seeing
nothing
but
trees
and
bushes
and
rocks
.
She
could
smell
the
smoke
from
a
cooking
fire
,
a
smell
of
burning
bacon
on
the
chilly
dawn
wind
.
Someone
at
the
far
end
of
the
encampment
began
to
play
the
harmonica
,
which
made
her
,
involuntarily
,
smile
and
shiver
.
She
had
a
paperback
book
in
her
backpack
,
and
she
waited
for
the
sky
to
become
light
enough
for
her
to
read
.
There
were
two
dots
in
the
sky
,
immediately
below
the
clouds
:
a
small
one
and
a
larger
one
.
A
spatter
of
rain
brushed
her
face
in
the
morning
wind
.
A
barefoot
girl
came
out
from
the
encampment
,
walking
toward
her
.
She
stopped
beside
a
tree
,
hitched
up
her
skirts
,
and
squatted
.
When
she
had
finished
,
Easter
hailed
her
.
The
girl
walked
over
.
"
Good
morning
,
lady
,
"
she
said
.
"
The
battle
will
start
soon
now
.
"
The
tip
of
her
pink
tongue
touched
her
scarlet
lips
.
She
had
a
black
crow
’
s
wing
tied
with
leather
onto
her
shoulder
,
a
crow
’
s
foot
on
a
chain
around
her
neck
.
Her
arms
were
blue
-
tattooed
with
lines
and
patterns
and
intricate
knots
.
"
How
do
you
know
?
"
The
girl
grinned
.
"
I
am
Macha
,
of
the
Morrigan
.
When
war
comes
,
I
can
smell
it
in
the
air
.
I
am
a
war
goddess
,
and
I
say
,
blood
shall
be
spilled
this
day
.
"
