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two."
"I wasn't sure if you would be here, Mebbeth, after what happened..."
Mebbeth nodded - every movement was pained. "Aye, my precious one..."
She winced as she took a breath. "Seeing ye here... it is like an echo. Little
time remains... the threads, these Ravels... they are unraveling as we speak."
"Are you in pain?"
She nodded. "Yes... yet it is the irony which hurts the most..." She gave a
sickly smile. "An act of kindness, thrice repaid... it is the way of the Planes
that my few acts of kindness should be the death of me." She laughed softly.
"Yet I have no regrets..."
"I have questions, Mebbeth. I need to know who did this to you. Can you t--"
She held up her hand to silence me. "Precious man... I would have ye hear
me, this last time..."
"Mebbeth, there's not much time..."
"Precious man..." She sighed. "All's I wished to do was set the Lady free of
her Cage... for ye, all's I wished for ye was to live... and for me daughter, I..."
She sighed. "There is a saying on the Planes... that a hag's kindness is
crueler... than her hate, and poisons all it touches..."
"I'm sorry things turned out as it did. If I could have saved you, I --"
"I am dying now..." She blinked her rheumy eyes. "My end... it's traveling
from all of time's directions, all of Ravel's threads are unraveling..." She
coughed. "Yet..." Her gray eyes locked upon mine. "Mayhap not all is lost...
one of my black-barbed seeds from the maze... did ye bring one with ye?"
"Yes. Here."
"Ah..." She took the seed gingerly, and she slipped it into her graying locks.
"So the Unity-of-Rings is served..." With a flickering glance, she raised her
hand and beckoned me to come closer.
She whispered something softly under her breath, then clasped my head in
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