The Chord. Three who stand at the
center of the city, surrounded by music, silent themselves. With
stilled voices, they speak to us, though I cannot describe how. They
are not as I remember, nor as others have described them. Brek says
they stand back to back to back, but I see them facing each other at
arm's length.
Though they do not move or indicate
recognition of me, I can feel their regard. I do not hear their
words, but it is as if I know what they have just said without words
being spoken.
“Singer Mahd, our thanks for your
attendance.”
“I am honored to receive the summons
of the Chord,” I reply, bowing slightly.
“There is a new thing. A thing that
involves Singer Tann.”
“What is this new thing?” I ask.
“We do not know. We ask you to go
and observe. To discover what it is that has happened.”
“You do not know? Then how should I
be able to understand what the Chord cannot?”
“The Chord sees differently than
Singers do, and in most things, this is good. However, the way that
the Chord sees prevents us from understanding this new thing. The
Chord sees what is and what has been. Singer Mahd, we believe, can
best see what might also be that is not yet. Hence we ask you to
observe and understand.”
Why would I see better than another
Singer? Or than the Chord itself? I have the feeling of standing at
the bottom of an abyss, with something about to crash down on me from
all sides.
“I thank the Chord for their faith in
me,” I reply, bowing again. “I shall seek Singer Tann and
observe this new thing, and attempt to understand.”
“We thank Singer Mahd. Until such
time as you have completed this task and spoken of it with us, you
are released from all songs. It is important that we come to
understand the new thing.”
With that, I am dismissed.
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