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the hound - Hallie
the hound: loyalty, chains, promises
ââthus brought low, the warrior stumbled from one house to the next, crying out for anything that was familiar, but he recognized nothing, and nothing, in turn, recognized him. The sudden storm had left puddles all down the streets. He looked in each one, and in each one he saw a different face, but none of them were his.
âIt was not until he fell to his knees outside the temple that someone saw through the curse, and the Lady Almalexia came forth from her shrine to see the warrior who had once been so brave, now weeping into his own strange reflection.
ââYou have forgotten your name,â said Lady Almalexia, âbut by name do I know you; by name do I love you.ââ Llaalamâs eyes are all ember-glow with story, his whole body leaned forward and half off his cushions. âShe touched the warriorâs head as he knelt there before her, and his mind was cleared of darkness, and he knew himself once more.â
Haldryn finds herself nearly scooted off the cushion saved for her too. She wriggles back onto it, remembering too late her handmade tail when the end of it bonks the wall behind her. âSoâso what was his name?â
âHe doesnât know.â Amil leans over his husbandâs shoulder with a wry twitch of his thin mouth. He drapes a blanket over Llaalamâs lap for him.
Llaalam reaches up to pat Amilâs bald head fondly. âThatâs between the warrior and the Sacred Lady, I think.â
âBut she knows it,â Haldryn presses, because itâs important. âBecauseâbecause he prayed, before Sheogorath got him?â
âShe knows it,â says Llaalam, lifting a finger, âas Lord Sotha Sil does, and as Lord Vivec does. If you forgot yourselfââ
âI wouldnât!â
ââyour ma would still know you, wouldnât she?â
She opens her mouth, then closes it again, bewildered. She hikes her belt up to make her tail sit higher, the squished end of it dragging on the floor. There is no world she can think of where Ma wouldnât know her. âSheâs my ma,â she says. Itâs the only answer there is.
âAnd youâre her Haldryn.â Llaalam makes a grand sweeping motion that she suspects is mostly to make his sleeves swish. âThe Three are ours; we are theirs. If a Daedra knows your name, it means theyâve deigned to take special interest in you. The Three are gods because they love you. They are for us and we for them.â
âOr,â says Amil from where heâs gone back to the other room, sounding faintly amused, âyou donât worry about all that, Haldryn; just do your best. Thatâs all we can really do, any of us, even them.â
She recognizes the tone that means theyâre about to start talking the boring bits that they disagree about, policies and stuff, so she scrambles to her feet and tugs at her belt again, tail swinging behind her. âThank you muâsera?â she corrects herself when Llaalam starts to huff a laugh. âI have to be home to help with dinner, but Iâll come back tomorrow, and on Fredas!â
âTell your ma we said thank you for that soup.â Amil reemerges with a familiar jar held with both hands. âWashed it, donât worry.â
The gold man joins her again right outside, with the jar tucked under her arm and a nice straight stick sheâd left by the door dragging patterns in the dirt beside her. âYou donât have to like storytime,â she says, and kicks a stray little stone ahead of herself out of the way of her stick. âBut itâs rude when you donât even say goodbye or anything. You should pay attention to manners next time Ma explains them.â
He doesnât say anything, staying alongside her with his head bowed to watch her stick squiggle through the dirt.
Haldryn stops to squint up at him. âDo you know anything about gods?â
His face does something awful, then, like heâs got a bad stomachache maybe. No, he says. Or at least: I know that I donât know anything.
âOh.â She uses the flat of her heel to smooth out some of the dirt, draws very carefully. âWell, this is supposed to stand forââ
Ayem.
The jar almost slides out from under her arm. The crook of her elbow is getting sweaty. âSo you know your letters but not anything about gods?â
Heâs crouched in front of where sheâs drawn the letter. The tail shouldnât be so long.
âI did it right,â she insists, insulted. âAnywayââ She scratches out another letter next to it. âThat one means the Sacred Lady, and sometimes people call her after it too. Sheâs got a sword thatâs on fire, and sheâs tall as a mountain and stronger than ten bearsââ
Is that what they tell you, at your storytime?
âI meanânot all of it, no, but she chopped up Mehrunes Dagon, so. But sheâs really nice too, she helps people. And her hairâs red, and it curls like mine, except lots longer.â She points to the second letter. âThis oneâs for me, itâs a hekem. Nobody calls me that though, because itâs not my name, itâs just a letter. But it looks neat, right?â
His face isnât doing anything now. She doesnât know what that means. But he nods, slowly, and says, Youâll be late for dinner.
âWonât either!â But she drops the stick and hugs the jar to her chest to start back for her own front door again, trotting a little faster. âLlaalam says they know everybody without even having to be introduced. But itâs sort of rude not to introduce yourself,â Haldryn says, pointedly. The gold man does a very good job not reacting to that. Maybe he didnât get it. She continues, âI donât want to be rude. Ma says the Hist recognizes its own, too, but if I met one I wouldâwhen I meet one Iâll still say hi, and tell it my name. And so I think when I pray I should say itâs me, too, so they know, and then when I meet them and they know me maybe theyâll remember easier what Iâve told them. Do you think ifââ
But when she pushes open the front door and looks up, heâs gone off somewhere again. She huffs out a breathâmaybe his ma just didnât know manners as good as Ma does.
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The eyes of the goddess are golden, as vivid-bright as the lava under Red Mountain, burning right through her and on out to the other side. The perfect serenity of the Lady Almalexiaâs face ripples, a pebble of recognition tossed into an endless fathomless lake.
Do you really know me, Haldryn wants to ask, but her throat is closing up and sheâs blinking very fast and the goddess is only looking at her as at an open window. Do you know me, can you see me, did you hear every time I prayedâ
Neht is very still, behind her. She canât look, canât turn away, but she doesnât need to, to know. He says nothing, nothing at all. The cold patterned floor judders all her bones when her knees hit.
The sound of the Mercymotherâs voice is the top of a waterfall, great heights on the edge of thunderous force, lingering at the precipice, and the name she speaks is:
âMy Nerevar.â
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