ed his people。〃
Haestan snorted his disgust。 〃We dunna even know th' little man's
crime。〃
〃Oath…breaking； I am told；〃 Jiriki said mildly。 He turned to Simon。 〃I must go； Seoman。 The news of the Norn Queen's Huntsman attacking the Zida'ya has upset my people very much。 They wish me home。 There is much to discuss。〃 Jiriki brushed a strand of hair from his eye。 〃Also； when my kinsman An'nai died and was buried on Urmsheim； a responsibility fell upon me。 His name must now be entered with full ceremony in the Book of Year…Dancing。 I； of all my people； can least shirk that responsibility。 It was； after all； Jiriki i…Sa'onserei and no other who brought him to the place of his death…and it was much to do with me and my willfulness that he went。〃 The Sitha's voice hardened as he clenched his brown fingers into a fist。 〃Do you not see？ I cannot turn my back on An'nai's sacrifice。〃
Simon was desperate。 〃I don't know anything about your Dancing Book…but you said that we would be allowed to speak for Binabik！ They told you so！〃
Jiriki cocked his head。 〃Yes。 The Herder and Huntress so agreed。〃
〃Well； how will we be able to do that if you are gone？ We can't speak the troll…tongue and they can't understand ours。〃
Simon thought he saw a look of bewilderment flit briefly across the Sitha's imperturbable face； but it passed so swiftly he was not sure。 Jiriki's flake…gold eyes caught and held his gaze。 They stared at each other for long moments。
〃You are right； Seoman；〃 Jiriki said slowly。 〃Honor and heritage have pincered me before； but never quite so neatly。〃 He dropped his head down and stared at his hands； then slowly lifted his eyes to the gray sky。 〃An'nai and my family must forgive me。 J'asu pra…peroihin！ The Book of Year…Dancing must then record my disgrace。〃 He took a deep breath。 〃I will stay while Binabik ofYiqanuc has his day at court。〃
Simon should have exulted； but instead felt only hollowness。 Even to a mortal； the Sitha prince's unhappiness was profoundly apparent； Jiriki was making some terrible sacrifice that Simon could not understand。 But what else could be done？ They were all caught here on this high rock beyond the known world； all prisoners…at least of circumstance。 They were ignorant heroes； friends to oath…breakers 。 。 。
A chill dashed up Simon's backbone。 〃Jiriki！〃 he gasped； waving his hands as if to clear a way for the sudden inspiration。
Would it work？ Even if it did； would it help？
〃Jiriki；〃 he said again； more quietly this time； 〃I believe I have thought of something that will let you do what you need to and help Binabik and Sludig； too。〃
Haestan； hearing the tightness in Simon's voice； put down the stick he had been carving and leaned forward。 Jiriki raised an expectant eyebrow。
〃You will only need to do one thing；〃 Simon said。 〃You must go with me to see the king and queen…the Herder and the Huntress。〃
After they had spoken to Nunuuika and Uammanaq； gaining the pair's grudging acceptance of their proposal； Simon and Jiriki walked back in mountain twilight from the House of the Ancestor。 The Sitha wore a faint smile。
〃You continue to surprise me； young Seoman。 This is a bold stroke。 I have no idea if it will help your friend； but it is a beginning； nevertheless。〃
〃They would never have agreed if you hadn't asked； Jiriki。 Thank you。〃
The Sitha made a plicated gesture with his long fingers。 〃There is still a brittle respect between the Zida'ya and some of the Sunset Children…chiefly the Hernystiri and the Qanuc。 Five desolate centuries cannot so easily overwhelm the millennia of grace。 Still； things have changed。 You mortals…Lingit's children； as the trolls say…are in ascendancy。 It is not my people's world any longer。〃 His hand reached out； touching lightly on Simon's arm as they walked。 〃There is also a bond between you and me； Seoman。 I have not forgotten that。〃
Simon； trudging along at the side of an immortal； could think of no reply。
〃I ask only that you understand this： my kin and I are now very few。 I owe you my life…twice； in fact； to my great distress…but my obligations to my people greatly outweigh even the value of my own continued existence。 There are some things that cannot be wished away； young mortal。 I hope for Binabik's and Sludig's survival； of course 。 。 。 but I am Zida'ya。 1 must take back the story of what happened on the dragon…mountain： the treachery of Utuk'ku's minions and the passing of An'nai。〃
He stopped suddenly and turned to face Simon。 In the violet…tinged evening shadows； with his hair blowing； he seemed a spirit of the wild mountains。 For a moment； Simon perceived Jiriki's immense age in his eyes； and felt he could almost grasp that great ungraspable； the vast duration of the prince's race； the years of their history like grains of sand on a beach。
〃Things are not so easily ended； Seoman；〃 Jiriki said slowly； 〃even by my leaving。 It is a very unmagical wisdom that tells me we shall meet again。 The debts of the Zida'ya run deep and dark。 They carry with them the stuff of myth。 I owe you such a debt。〃Jiriki again flexed his fingers in a peculiar sign； then reached into his thin shirt and produced a flat； circular object。
〃You have seen this before； Seoman；〃 he said。 〃It is my mirror…a scale of the Greater Worm； as its legend has it。〃
Simon took it from the Sitha's outstretched palm； marveling at its surprising lightness。 The carved frame was cool beneath his fingers。 Once this mirror had shown him an image of Miriamele； another time； Jiriki had produced the forest…city of Enki…e…Shao'saye from its depths。 Now； only Simon's own somber reflection stared back； murky in the half…light。
〃I give it to you。 It is has been a talisman of my family's since Jenjiyana of the Nightingales tended fragrant gardens in the shade of Seni Anzi'in。 Away from me； it will no longer be anything but a looking glass。〃 Jiriki raised his hand。 〃No； that is not quite true。 If you must speak with me； or have need of me…true need…tell the mirror。 I will hear and know。〃 Jiriki pointed a stern finger at the speechless Simon。 〃But do not think to summon me in a puff of smoke； as in one of your folk's goblin stories。 I have no such magical powers。 I cannot even promise you I will be able to e。 But if I hear of your need； I will do what is in my power to help。 The Zida'ya are not totally without friends； even in this bold young world of mortals。〃
Simon's mouth worked for a moment。 〃Thank you；〃 he said at last。 The small gray glass suddenly seemed a thing of great weight indeed。 〃Thank you。〃
Jiriki smiled； showing a stripe of white teeth。 Again he seemed what he was among his own folk…a youth。 〃And you have your ring； as well。〃 He gestured at Simon's other hand； to the thin gold band with its fish…shaped sign。 〃Talk of goblin stories； Seoman！ The White Arrow； the black sword； a golden ring； and a Sithi seeing…glass…you are so weighted down with significant booty that you will clank when you walk！〃 The prince laughed； a trill of hissing music。
Simon stared at the ring； saved for him from the wrack of the doctor's chambers； sent on to Binabik as one of Morgenes' final acts。 Grimy with the oil of the gloves Simon had been wearing； it sat unflatteringly on a dirt…blackened finger。
〃I still don't know what the writing inside means；〃 he said。 On a whim； he twisted it off and handed it to the Sitha。 〃Binabik couldn't read it either； except for something about dragons and death。〃 He had a sudden thought。 〃Does it help the person wearing it to slay dragons？〃 It was an oddly depressing idea； especially since he didn't think he'd actually managed to slay the ice…worm。 Had it only been a magical spell after all？ As he recovered his strength； he found himself more and more proud of his bravery in the face of the terrible Igjarjuk。
〃Whatever happened on Urmsheim was between you and ancient Hidohebhi's child； Seoman。 There was no magic。〃 Jiriki's smile had disappeared。 He shook his head solemnly； passing the ring back。 〃But I cannot tell you more about the ring。 If the wise man Morgenes did not provide for your understanding when he sent it to you； then I will not presume to tell。 I ha