man who has been cursed by an archmage and
pressed into service by a god does not sleep much. Sleep was something he chased
like other men chased women. Women, in general, bored him, unless they were
taken in battle, or unless they were whores.This woman, her black hair brushing her doeskin-clad shoulders, was an
exception.He called her name, very softly. Then again: 'Cime.' She turned, and at last he
was sure. He had thought Hakiem could mean no other: he had not been wrong.Her eyes were grey as his horse. Silver shot her hair, but she was yet comely.
Her hands rose, hesitated, covered a mouth pretending to hardness and tight with
fear. He recognized the aborted motion other hands: towards her head, forgetful
that the rods she sought were no longer there.He did not move in his saddle, or speak again. He let her decide, glance quickly
about the street, then come to him.When her hand touched the horse's bridle, he said: 'It bites.''Because you taught it to. It will not bite me.' She held it by the muzzle,
squeezing the pressure points that rode the skin there. The horse raised his
head slightly, moaned, and stood shivering.'What seek you in there?' He
pressed into service by a god does not sleep much. Sleep was something he chased
like other men chased women. Women, in general, bored him, unless they were
taken in battle, or unless they were whores.This woman, her black hair brushing her doeskin-clad shoulders, was an
exception.He called her name, very softly. Then again: 'Cime.' She turned, and at last he
was sure. He had thought Hakiem could mean no other: he had not been wrong.Her eyes were grey as his horse. Silver shot her hair, but she was yet comely.
Her hands rose, hesitated, covered a mouth pretending to hardness and tight with
fear. He recognized the aborted motion other hands: towards her head, forgetful
that the rods she sought were no longer there.He did not move in his saddle, or speak again. He let her decide, glance quickly
about the street, then come to him.When her hand touched the horse's bridle, he said: 'It bites.''Because you taught it to. It will not bite me.' She held it by the muzzle,
squeezing the pressure points that rode the skin there. The horse raised his
head slightly, moaned, and stood shivering.'What seek you in there?' He
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