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Caramon, the gods have tricked the worldIn absences, in gifts, and all of usAre housed within their cruelties. The witThat was our heritage, they lodged in me,Enough to see all differences: the lightIn Tika's eye when she looks elsewhere,The tremble in Laurana's voice when sheSpeaks to Tanis, and the graceful sweepOf Goldmoon's hair at Riverwind's approach.They look at me, and even with your mindI could discern the difference. Here I sit,A body frail as bird bones.In returnThe gods teach us compassion, teach us mercy,That compensation. Sometimes they succeed,For I have felt the hot spit of injusticeTurn through those too weak to fight their brothersFor sustenance or love, and in that feelingThe pain lulled and diminished to a glow,I pitied as you pitied, and in thatRose above the weakest of the litter.

You, my brother, in your thoughtless grace,That special world in which the sword arm spinsThe wild arc of ambition and the eyeGives flawless guidance to the flawless hand,You cannot follow me, cannot observeThe landscape of cracked mirrors in the soul,The aching hollowness in sleight of hand.

And yet you love me, simple as the rushAnd balance of our blindly mingled blood,Or as a hot sword arching through the snow:It is the mutual need that puzzles you,The deep complexity lodged in the veins.Wild in the dance of battle, when you stand,A shield before your brother, it is thenYour nourishment arises from the heartOf all my weaknesses.When I am gone,Where will you find the fullness of your blood?Backed in the heart's loud tunnels?I have heardThe Queen's soft lullaby, Her serenadeAnd call to battle mingling in the night;This music calls me to my quiet throneDeep in Her senseless kingdom.DragonlordsThought to bring the darkness into light,Corrupt it with the mornings and the moons-In balance is all purity destroyed,But in voluptuous darkness lies the truth,The final, graceful dance.But not for you:You cannot follow me into the night,Into the maze of sweetness. For you standCradled by the sun, in solid lands,Expecting nothing, having lost your wayBefore the road became unspeakable.

It is beyond explaining, and the wordsWill make you stumble. Tanis is your friend,My little orphan, and he will explainThose things he glimpses in the shadow's path,For he knew Kitiara and the shineOf the dark moon upon her darkest hair,And yet he cannot threaten, for the nightBreathes in a moist wind on my waiting face.