Our two peoples are sworn enemies, he whispered. You would not do it.Call me your enemy no more, Jan bade him, drawing nearer. I grow weary of our being enemies. The scars your talons left upon my back this autumn past are old scars now, long healed. Time to heal this ancient rift between our peoples as well.
Flame is not the only fire. Her tone turned almost stern. You have brought your folk another spark far greater than any flame. You have opened their eyes to the world, Aljan, shown them lands and peoples formerly beyond their ken. You have whistled them out of their cramped, closed, inward-facing ring and led them into my Dance, the Great Circle and Cycle encompassing all.