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<strong>Eye</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Ocean</strong> – <strong>Book</strong> 3: Ji’Jin <strong>Station</strong><br />
rubbing points that should have relaxed her into letting go but didn't. Her teeth<br />
were chattering, her mouth full <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> taste <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> metal her hands held.<br />
Ulanda tried to keep from shivering. Except for her attendants, <strong>the</strong> small bath<br />
was deserted. A plain stone room with a pool, water trickled down <strong>the</strong> wall in<br />
back <strong>of</strong> it instead <strong>of</strong> a fountain. A single reed drum, silent now although it had<br />
sounded for <strong>the</strong> first part <strong>of</strong> this. Two torches, one at ei<strong>the</strong>r side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> entrance,<br />
<strong>the</strong> ceiling was lost in smoke, <strong>the</strong>y'd be bathing in smoke as well as water if this<br />
didn't speed up. Hiding her impatience, she stood quietly as <strong>the</strong> Camerat Salin<br />
completed <strong>the</strong> ritual. Grasses tied toge<strong>the</strong>r into a brush was used to flick water at<br />
her. The water tickled as it rolled down her skin, leaving her cooled for <strong>the</strong> first<br />
time since arriving on Camerat days ago.<br />
Water and words. The woman chanted breathlessly, <strong>the</strong> sound hollow against<br />
<strong>the</strong> stone around <strong>the</strong>m. High formal, she recognized although she didn't<br />
understand <strong>the</strong> language. And <strong>the</strong> occasional cough. The Salin's crest rose and<br />
fell with <strong>the</strong> action. The crest was a rich cream blue but ragged at <strong>the</strong> ends as<br />
though chewed. She must be old. She'd make a good brush in a large hand,<br />
Ulanda thought and felt like giggling.<br />
And managed to bow politely as <strong>the</strong> woman put <strong>the</strong> brush on <strong>the</strong> flat stone<br />
beside her, <strong>the</strong> reed handle snapped in half so that it couldn't be used again. A tie<br />
from her wrist went over it in a coil. Both would be burned. “I will take your<br />
words into <strong>the</strong> spiral,” Ulanda said in <strong>the</strong> plain tongue she barely spoke, at <strong>the</strong><br />
last moment remembering <strong>the</strong> standard response. “My thanks.”<br />
The Salin bowed and signed an attendant to do <strong>the</strong> robing. Very thin white<br />
cotton, it stuck to <strong>the</strong> water on her skin but <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r woman pulled it into <strong>the</strong><br />
proper shape before tying <strong>the</strong> girdle around. Then put her wet hair into a single<br />
tail with a cord tie, wrapping it around to <strong>the</strong> end. The same braiding as <strong>the</strong><br />
girdle: opal colored silk with a narrow black turn. A cross section would resemble<br />
a triple spiral - Altasimic Temple colors and braiding pattern. Ulanda licked her<br />
dry lips nervously. Her colors if she lived.<br />
“This is <strong>the</strong> way <strong>of</strong> our people,” <strong>the</strong> lead attendant said in as formal a way as<br />
<strong>the</strong> prayer had been but in <strong>the</strong> simpler language. She <strong>of</strong>fered a small tray taken<br />
from <strong>the</strong> junior. “We give it to o<strong>the</strong>rs as a sharing. If you wish I can make <strong>the</strong><br />
Camerat prayer signs. Hands, <strong>the</strong> palms and <strong>the</strong> ankles in a ring. The neck.” She<br />
made a slight bow over <strong>the</strong> tray with <strong>the</strong> last word. Small jars <strong>of</strong> paste dye, <strong>the</strong><br />
lids <strong>of</strong>f, <strong>the</strong> colors glowed in <strong>the</strong> flickering light. Ulanda thanked her but said no,<br />
<strong>the</strong>n included <strong>the</strong> junior aide in her thanks. The two had <strong>the</strong> same pattern <strong>of</strong><br />
colors around <strong>the</strong>ir necks as <strong>the</strong> Salin did. One family, she hadn't noticed before.<br />
“I could use a sign for luck,” Ulanda whispered and <strong>the</strong> lead attendant blinked<br />
as though startled, but turned away without responding. Ulanda took a deep<br />
breath. Sweat beaded up on her skin, she hadn't stayed cool, or impatient.<br />
Laurel Hickey www.2morrow.bc.ca