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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 />
A penny in <strong>the</strong> coin slot for <strong>the</strong> joss stick, she felt <strong>the</strong> shape <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> coin in her<br />
hand a moment before putting it in. How much was luck worth, she wondered.<br />
“Do you know if <strong>the</strong>re's work?” she asked <strong>the</strong> old Zimmer, making sure her<br />
donation was obvious. Then was disappointed when he looked up, he was white<br />
eyed, blind she thought, until those eyes focused on her and she wished she<br />
hadn't spoken.<br />
“Here?” was <strong>the</strong> slow comment, accompanied by a prayer sign. A sasi mark on<br />
<strong>the</strong> yellowed palm. “Go with honor.” Spoken in formal Xintan and she bowed her<br />
thanks for <strong>the</strong> courtesy, not sure what else was owed.<br />
The Speaker watched her as she left, she checked over her shoulder. The shop<br />
next door let her duck out <strong>of</strong> sight; she found <strong>the</strong> intensity <strong>of</strong> his watching<br />
uncomfortable. Hanging fabric fell in layers, curtains <strong>of</strong> red and gold weaves from<br />
<strong>the</strong> Western Rim; <strong>the</strong>y catered to <strong>the</strong> Zimmer for marriage robes. Too expensive,<br />
but she could look and run her hand along <strong>the</strong> metal threads, feeling <strong>the</strong> tingle.<br />
When she came out, <strong>the</strong> veiled woman was standing beside Zimmer Speaker.<br />
They both returned her look.<br />
Ulanda walked backwards a few feet, watching <strong>the</strong>m in turn, <strong>the</strong>n shrugged<br />
and continued on her way. With one hand, she lifted <strong>the</strong> hair <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> her<br />
neck, feeling <strong>the</strong> relative cool as <strong>the</strong> sweat evaporated. The Zimmer wouldn't stay<br />
outside much longer; <strong>the</strong> sun was on <strong>the</strong> Speakerhouse wall.<br />
Warmed aromatic oils drew her into <strong>the</strong> next shop. From Celtha, <strong>the</strong> hawker by<br />
<strong>the</strong> doorway cried, holding fists full <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> expensive joss sticks. His round dark<br />
face glowed with oil, he smelled <strong>of</strong> lavender and sunshine. Inside, all colors <strong>of</strong><br />
lotions in hand blown glass vials lined <strong>the</strong> walls. She rubbed a drop from a sample<br />
jar onto her wrist, listening as two Zimmer argued. She followed <strong>the</strong> rapid fire<br />
Zimmer-native with difficulty. Not scents, politics. Or religion, ra<strong>the</strong>r. With <strong>the</strong><br />
Zimmer <strong>the</strong>re wasn't much difference. It was her that <strong>the</strong> owner <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> shop was<br />
giving <strong>the</strong> dirty look to, <strong>the</strong> noisy pair must have money. When she left, <strong>the</strong> old<br />
Speaker and <strong>the</strong> woman were gone but a small crowd <strong>of</strong> ten or so o<strong>the</strong>rs were<br />
near <strong>the</strong> door where <strong>the</strong>y had been. The sound <strong>of</strong> more arguing reached her and<br />
she went <strong>the</strong> opposite way instead.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> next street, banners in front a jewelry store advertised gems from <strong>the</strong><br />
Zimmer ship. Carved stones and ice-pearls. A sober-eyed guard was at <strong>the</strong> door,<br />
screening each person who wished to come in, <strong>the</strong> Market Net buzzing around<br />
him. A smile wouldn't work, Ulanda decided and walked on, stopping at a street<br />
vendor to spend <strong>the</strong> last few pennies from selling <strong>the</strong> eggs. Much later, she<br />
decided not to look for work at all and chose <strong>the</strong> shade <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> gardens overlooking<br />
<strong>the</strong> river, standing under a tree as she ate sticky squares <strong>of</strong> butter t<strong>of</strong>fee from a<br />
cone <strong>of</strong> waxed paper. Her eyes burned from too much sun, her nose was red, she<br />
had left her hat at home, coarse straw that had been patched too <strong>of</strong>ten.<br />
Laurel Hickey www.2morrow.bc.ca