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“If I cared to clack my teeth in a supremely useless
exercise, I would have tried to tell them to behave,”
retorted the god lightly, his black eyes dancing with
mischief. “You'll find that not all of your allies are under
your control, my dear.”
The god was lean and muscled, straight-backed like
a dancer. For reasons best known to him, he wore a
salt-and-pepper beard and hair, both cropped short.
He'd once told Aly he thought this style gave him the
look of an elder statesman. Today his coat was a bright
mass of yellow, pink, lavender, and pale blue squares.
He jingled with a multitude of charms and bits of
jewelry. His sarong, a skirtlike garment that men kilted
up between their legs, was patterned in black and white
diagonal stripes. He wore leather sandals studded with
copper, as well as toe and finger rings made of copper
and gems. For once he wore no copper earring, only a
single blue drop.
Aly made a face at him. “Where were you all winter?
You left me to yearn. I yearned for months, but you
never so much as sent a messenger pigeon.” She kept