Maker of Fire

Moo'upegan, The Great Cracks, Cold Season, 1st rot., 2nd day

My third time riding on Landa was as incredible as the first two times.

*I thought you might enjoy the volcanic activity, little Emily,* the god mindcasted to us. *The Great Cracks will continue to erupt until the final revelation.*

Emily was like a little kid at a street festival, with big eyes and a bigger smile as she watched molten lava erupt, spray, and fountain. I was afraid she would fall off when she ran down Landa's back to watch a river of melted rocks ooze their way across the blasted, barren landscape underneath us.

Landa let us off near a large city whose highest point was occupied by a massive building capped with a huge copper dome. Then he vanished.

As Storm Walker was climbing onto Melk's saddle pad, he yelped in pain and fell. I cast levitation and caught him before he smashed into the rocks. I jumped down and found an angry red knot of pain below his left knee. The bone was broken.

"Is this from our fight yesterday, Storm Walker?"

"Yes, I convinced a shaman to heal it for me."

"And you've been walking on it without a split? And carrying Listayodas earlier!?"

"I wrapped it in wet seal leather and let it dry. It should be good if I don't need to run."

I knelt and probed the pain spot. "Storm Walker, the bone has separated along the trace of yesterday's injury. By using your leg and not resting, you have re-injured it. I am not pleased that you neglected your injury. I expect better of those in my service."

I could see that he was struggling to reply. With a quiet voice that dripped misery, he said, "I had no home last night, nor did anyone allow me a floor under a roof to sleep out of the snow. None came to splint my leg. I begged the woman who used to call me brother to heal my broken bone. The seal leather wrap worked until just a moment ago."

"Had I known, I would have asked Galt to flatten the Tirmarran city," Emily said in very calm, measured words, but her fists were clenched and her aura was bright red from rage.

"Have I ever mentioned how frightening you are when you are angry, little one? Now, let me see what I can do to make Storm Walker more comfortable until we can get him shackled and chained to a bed."

I mended the bones where they had parted. I hardened the seal leather, making sure it was tight but not too tight. Then I levitated Storm Walker onto the saddle pad and strapped him in. I did the same for the Prince and the Beloved. I got on last and took the lowest seat on the pad because I was the tallest and the only one who could help the others if there were problems while Melk was flying. When I was sure we were all properly strapped in, I asked Melk to take us to the city with the big copper dome.

Aybhas, Cold Season, 1st rot., 2nd day

The day after Coldtide was notable. After dawn, the fissures and volcanoes of the Great Cracks erupted in unison, from north of Kas to west of Black Falls. Some of the fissures in the south hadn't erupted in over two thousand years. In Aybhas, citizens climbed the city walls to watch the spectacle. Healers and trainees from the Healing Shrine climbed the great copper-sheathed dome. Other spectators climbed Snob Hill and the ridge northeast of the city.

The aerial sentry at the garrison struck the alarm bell a third after the fifth bell. Had she been alone while on watch, she would have questioned whether she was hallucinating, but her partner saw the god too. The pair rang the bell and then noted in the log that they had spotted Landa in his aspect as a purple dragon flying through the eruptions of the Great Cracks. Several other parties around the city reported they too had seen the dragon. He disappeared behind Crescent Butte and was not seen afterward.

Half past the fifth bell, the aerial sentry struck the alarm bell again. This time, she and her partner spotted an eagle with three people wearing Tirmarran warrior clothes. Oddly enough, they also had a Coyn with them, so the Tirmarran party might be visiting for a peaceful purpose. Regardless, the arrival of the tribal cannibals could not be left unaddressed. Even the Captain took to the air on her eagle, in her flying armor with two full war baskets full of javelins.

As her mounted mages surrounded the unusual white eagle, Captain Looxyas circled her own eagle to fly next to it. It was uncommon for an eagle to carry more than one rider. Carrying three was rare. The Tirmarrans appeared lightly armed, and they had no baskets of rocks or javelins.

The Tirmarran seated first had a mantle of a leading warrior. The one in the middle wore a beaded honor baldric with an axe. The big one seated last was all in white, which Looxyas had never heard of before as a warrior fur. This one had an honor baldric with a buckler hanging off it. The Coyn sitting in front of the warriors was strange because it had a purple cape. Looxyas guessed the cape was made of dyed shells, which no Tirmarran warrior would stoop to wear. But what did a cape of purple shells on a Coyn mean? She had no idea. She wondered if it would be rude to ask.

Lookyas concluded that these visitors were not hostile, though one could never be sure with Tirmarrans. They were infamous for their prickly concepts of honor and insult.

She dug into her rudimentary Tirmarran vocabulary and mindcasted at the white eagle's riders. *Warriors, I ask you land and say why you visit. Forgive my poor words.*

The reply was in Fosk. Looxyas was gobsmacked by it. *May the eleven gods bless you, officer. I am Prince Listayodas haup Foskos. My colleagues are bringing me to the Healing Shrine for treatment of old war injuries. One of my companions is also injured and needs care. We will be happy to speak with you in the forecourt of the shrine. We will land there.*

Looxyas mindcasted an all clear to her flying troops and followed the white eagle to land in the forecourt. She walked her mount to face this odd party of travelers. The Coyn pulled down her face covering and hood, revealing the smiling face of the Prophet. "Welladay, Captain Lookyas. It's nice to see a familiar face."

"May the Blessings of the eleven gods be upon you all," the Captain bowed from her saddle while Zabadees, her eagle, bowed his head.

"And upon you, Captain," Emily replied. "Can we get some help from the . . . oh, here they come now." Emily watched an older healer jog out of the patient doors of the shrine. "Welladay, priestess. Could you please tell your Mistress that I'm back, and could you get some folks to help Prince Listayodas and Storm Walker into the shrine? They both need some healing magic. Also, could–"

"Great One, my Mistress is in Black Falls today." The healer looked panicked. "We can send a bird. It can be there in less than a bell. If you wait a moment, I can inform the Revered Galpahkos about the Prince." She tranced a moment and then spoke again, this time to Listayodas, who had pulled his hood down. "Honored One, let me welcome you home to Foskos."

"Thank you, priestess," the old man nodded. "What is your Mistress doing in Black Falls, may I ask? I would very much like to speak with her."

"Today her grandson, Kattessat haup Gunndit, will wed Heir Sertfos haup Black."

"Beloved," the Prince leaned forward so Emily could see his face, "can we go to Black Falls? It will take less than a quarter bell to fly there. If I have surviving family, they will be there. I can wait a day before seeing a healer."

The Revered Galpahkos came running out of the shrine and up to the white eagle. "Surd save us, it really is you, Melk," she touched the eagle on the beak, "and you have a revelator's godmark." Her voice sounded awed. She looked up at Listayodas. "Honored One, I am astounded and joyful that you are alive. We will send a bird to the Blessed Lisaykos immediately. Come, we can make you and your fellow travelers comfortable while you wait."

"I am happy to see a familiar face, Priestess . . . no, Revered One. Belated congratulations on your second blessing. But if there is a Gunndit handfasting, then both Irralray and Lisaykos will be there. Beloved One, may we go? None of our injuries will kill us if we wait a bell or two."

"Yes, Listayodas, if Moo does not object." The Prophet then turned her head and said something in Tirmarran to the man seated behind the Prince. He answered her with an agitated reply. The tall one in the snow bear fur then spoke, and the Prophet shook her head and turned to the Revered Galpahkos.

"Revered One," the Prophet smiled, "we are going to detour to Black Falls. I'm unsure whether we will spend the night there or return here. You should send a message to Black Falls, regardless, if you can get a message there faster than we can fly. In the meantime, you may want to prepare a guest room on the fourth floor for Moo'upegan, who is my guest, and treatment rooms for the Prince and the warrior Storm Walker. I'm sure I will be seeing you again tonight or tomorrow."

And with those words, the white eagle stepped into a clear space and leapt into the sky.

Lisaykos, Black Falls, Cold Season, 1st rot., 2nd day

The handfasting of my grandson, Kattessat haup Gunndit, to Heir Sertfos haup Black was lovely. Yes, I did cry. So did my daughter, Katsa. Sister Rakkalbos conducted a beautiful ceremony in her melodious voice in the Well of Sassoo. Sister Senlyosart had the lithophone moved behind the Singing Crystal to the back of the Well to make room.

Sertfos and Kattessat invited their mounts, who attended the handfasting as guests. The Blessed Asgotl, Spot, and Twee attended too. The singers and instrumentalists included some of the Singing Shrine's Coyn musicians. This may have been the first handfasting where all six races were in attendance. I reminded myself to ask Foyuna to research whether this had ever happened before.

The midday feast afterward was at the new Manse Black. Paint will not stick to the solidified spider silk walls of the manse, so Lord Skalta decorated his banquet hall with tapestries from the famous weaving halls of Kesmat. He had purchased a magnificent set of eight depicting the mythical adventures of Black, the founder of his house. I could tell Imstay was envious. The King was an avid collector of tapestries.

The wedding guests included Fed, Twevyar, Heldfirk, Garki, Opa'oba, and Troyeepay. The children vanished after the sweets were served. Katsa said Opa took them to the shrine for a tour and to see the Great Cracks erupting from the vantage of the gallery around the dome.

After the banquet was done, I was happy to chat with my three proteges and Lady Tyoep, Kayseo's adoptive mother. Kayseo was invited because she and Tyoep represented the Holding of Pinisla. I made sure Thourfosi was included in the Pinisla invite as Kayseo's attendant. I asked Katsa to invite Twessera and Onsus, so Onsus could gain some experience with events involving my modest extended household. That put the entire Gang of Three at the wedding, just as I had planned. I was enjoying catching up on Twessera's handfasting plans and the adventures of the infant Resepex. So much had happened recently that it felt like Resepex had been born much earlier than just the first rotation of Harvest Season.

"Ah! I have something amusing to tell you," Kayseo enthused. "Thuorfosi packed a blue kirtle for Emily, in case she showed up."

"I still have that funny feeling she's about to arrive," Thuorfosi made a face at Kayseo.

"Thuorfosi, my son did the same thing. He brought wedding clothes for Emily, too. So did I. I've had an itchy feeling for several days that Emily might turn up somewhere unexpected. So Kayseo, if you're going to tease Thuorfosi, you should also include me." I allowed myself the faintest of smiles at the girl.

"That's interesting," I watched a royal courier enter the banquet hall and head for the King. The King read a small dispatch scroll with a face full of astonishment. He passed it to Aylem, who had a similar reaction. The King spoke to his page, who headed for nearby tables to speak with Convocation members. Aylem caught my eye and gestured for me to approach.

"Well, something has obviously happened," I said to my companions. "I'm afraid I must attend the King and Queen."

As soon as all eleven high priestesses were in front of the King, he began.

"Great One, Holy Ones, Landa, in his aspect of a dragon, was observed west of Aybhas about a quarter after the fifth bell. He landed behind Crescent Butte and then vanished. I don't know what this means. Because another god has made an appearance, I am passing this information on, since this concerns the shrines."

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"Landa has appeared, but outside Aybhas, not Yant," Fassex pondered. "Why would Landa appear outside of Aybhas?" Fassex looked at me with a puzzled expression. "And out in the Great Cracks, which are behaving strangely today."

"Do you think it could be a warning that we may see eruptions at the westernmost holdings?" Imstay looked worried. "Holy Kamagishi, have you had any indications that melted rocks might threaten inhabited areas?"

"None, Mighty One."

Imstay turned to the courier, "Take a message to the relay at the garrison. Inform all the garrisons to add patrols focused on the eruptions along the Great Cracks, and have birds and guards sent to all the holdings and villages along the west border to prepare for evacuation, as a precaution. Send to all the chapel shrines to be ready for evacuees. Now go." The courier left at a run.

"That's all I can do for now," Imstay said. "It is prudent to be prepared on the premise that this is a warning from Landa that some communities are threatened by melted rocks. Holy Foyuna, do you have any knowledge of Landa appearing as a dragon as a warning before a disaster?"

"None, Mighty One, but I also have never researched appearances of Landa specifically."

"I believe you are taking the correct course, Mighty One," Fassex interjected. "All we can do is be prepared, and most of that must fall on the garrisons, to evacuate anyone threatened."

"Well, then, lovely ladies," Imstay reverted to his aspect as a shameless flirt, "let us return to enjoying ourselves. Is it time to start dancing yet?"

That was my cue to return to Tyoep and the Gang of Three. I was soon deep into discussing nursery arrangements and how to balance work with infant care. That ended when another royal courier entered the banquet hall and targeted the King. A second courier had to be dire news. I sat up and waited for the summons I knew was coming. I wondered which communities were in danger from the melted rocks.

I watched Imstay read the message. The look of disbelief on his face was unexpected. He handed the message to Aylem. Her look of pleasant surprise confused me. Imstay looked up at me and gestured for me to approach. He made the same gesture at my daughter and son. When I arrived before Imstay, he stood up and waved me over to his side of the table.

"Great One, please, sit down."

"What has happened, Mighty One, that you insist I sit? What is wrong?"

"Cousin," Imstay fell into family address, "you need to sit." He took my elbow and guided me into his chair. "Katsa? Irhessa? Good, you're all here. I just received a message sent through the garrison relay from the Revered Galpahkos."

"Merciful Mugash," I was half out of the chair, "is it the shrine alright? What has happened?"

"Down, cousin," Imstay's hand pressed me back down. "It isn't bad news. It's incredible news. Lisaykos, your brother is alive and on his way here with the Prophet. They are with Melk, the white eagle, and two others we don't have names for. They stopped in Aybhas first, believing you were there. Galpahkos says Listayodas and one of his traveling companions were ready to enter the Healing Shrine for treatment, but decided to put that off because he wanted to see you first."

I was so gobsmacked that I couldn't find any words to say. My son handed me a handkerchief because the tears had started and would not stop.

"Irhessa, we should gather all the family," Katsa told her brother. "I believe every Gunndit and haup Foskos cousin should also hear this news. Mighty One, when will my uncle arrive?"

"How long does it take to fly here from Aybhas?" Imstay smiled. "They could arrive any moment now. I do hope they know to come here instead of the shrine."

Sidros Arkalkin, Black Falls, Cold Season, 1st rot., 2nd day

"Sid?" Opa's voice echoed in the space under the shrine's dome. From my favorite spot on the gallery, I turned and looked inside. Opa was leading a pack of other people of different ages up the gallery ramp. Three, including Opa, were in wedding yellow, and three were in wedding blue. The two gals in blue looked like adults from a distance.

"I'm over here," I called back, listening to my voice echo under the dome. I loved the sound in this place. I sat back down in my spot, in a fur-lined overtunic against the cold, with a cushion under my rear, my brand-new divine to keep my fingers busy, and a skin of that wonderful Foskan concoction called sekanjabin.

"I went looking for you at Master Yox's quarters, and he sent us here," Opa and her crew arrived at the gallery to block my view. "He said you liked to read up here. I had no idea."

"No one bothers me, I like chatting with the mounts when they hang out, and the view of the river traffic is terrific," I pointed out. "I thought you'd be at the wedding feast."

"When you put all the lord holders and all the Convocation in the same room, they always revert to talking about politics and arranged marriages," said one of the two gals in blue who were as tall as adult silverhairs. She still had some yellow in her mostly white hair, but her face was as young as Opa's, and she was almost as tall. She kept talking. "Taxation policy, ferry tolls, and marriages are dull, dull, dull, so we decided to sneak out. Then Opa said we should come and meet you. Hi, I'm Fed. I'm going into my third year as a trainee at the Healing Shrine. This is my cousin Twevyar," she gestured to the incredibly tall gal in blue who looked even bigger than the Holy Senlyosart. "Twev is a fifth-year trainee at the White Shrine. This is my far cousin, Heldfirk. He's a first-year trainee at the Building Shrine," she pointed to a boy in yellow with mixed brown and white hair. "That's my friend Garki," she gestured to the tallest boy, who was also in yellow. "He's a second-year trainee at the Fated Shrine. And this is my little brother, Troyeepay, who's nine." She pointed at the smallest of the party, a brown-haired boy wearing blue.

"Is that your new divine?" Opa sounded envious. "I want one so much."

"You know our Mistress's rules," I made sure I sounded sympathetic. "You need to pass your prell proficiency performance test first before you can learn the divine."

"Maybe after I've received my blessing as a priestess, I'll buy my own," Opa wilted. "You know I'm not good at the prell. Why can't proficiency on other instruments count? It's not fair."

I got to my feet and placed my new divine in its case. "Welladay, everyone," I sketched a polite bow. "My name is Sidros, and I'm a friend of Opa's. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Opa said you can play the lithophone," Twevyar said in a voice that personified calm. "She said you two play duets together. Would it be too much to ask to hear you play? Opa says you're terrific."

"I would like to hear that, too," Heldfirk added.

"I can do that if Opa is willing, but if anyone from the wedding shows up, I'm leaving."

"Why?" Heldfirk frowned.

"Because I don't want to meet anyone. I want to be left alone," I gripped the strap of my divine case and got ready to walk away from Opa's friends.

"What?"

"Heldfirk," Opa snapped, "Sid is not comfortable around people. Just leave it for now. My Mistress has forbidden public access to Sid until he is sixteen."

Heldfirk looked like a storm ready to burst. "That's –"

"No, Heldfirk," Opa took a step and loomed over the boy. "These are the rules of the Holy Senlyosart for Sid, who is a ward of the shrine. This is his home, and if he wants to leave because he is uncomfortable meeting strangers, then he can – and will, and I will support him. Got that, hairy brain?"

The two glowered at each other until Garki stepped up and punched each of them on the arm. "Stop it, both of you. Heldfirk, back off. You don't get to tell someone what they can do in their own home." Then Garki looked at me and smiled, "I would like to hear you play with Opa, Sid. And I'll be the first to support you if you want to leave." I noticed that Garki spoke like he was from Naver Province. Was he from Impotu originally?

I soon got my question about Garki answered. As we walked the long spiral ramp down to the floor of the dome chamber. Garki took up a position next to me and let the others get ahead of us. When they were far enough ahead so he could speak without being overheard, Garki started talking.

"Opa said you're a refugee from Impotu, just like I am." His smile was friendly and inviting. "My father was the Chieftain of Capani, which, as you probably know, broke away from Naver Province three centuries ago. My father was one of those men who didn't believe in being faithful to one partner. He had children with many different women, and I was one of them. The Foskan armies went out of their way to kill anyone related to my father. I might be the only survivor of my family." Garki's face briefly displayed anguish. "I watched my little sister and older brothers die in the sack of my father's manor. I hid in a black spruce for four days before it was safe to climb down. I took the clothes off a dead stable boy and lived by trading chores for food in the camp of the Foskan army."

"How did you get here?"

"A Foskan Lord Holder hired me as his errand boy," Garki said, looking troubled. "I told everyone I was older than I was because I knew I had the beginnings of magic. I kept my hair dirty and greasy to hide the first white roots. I didn't want anyone to discover I was my father's son.

"In a way, it wasn't fair. I was one of twenty-seven children of my father, and one of the youngest. I would never have any claim to my father's lands or position. After Capani fell, I just wanted to survive. That meant hiding my magic, lying about my age, and pretending I didn't know how to read or write."

"Lord Nirirgi was kind to me, but the King stole me from him. That was frightening because the King was the one who ordered the death of my father and all his children. The King took me back to Foskos with him and made me one of his pages. He figured out who I was soon after, but let me live. I didn't find out about this until a year later. Before then, he had caught me sneaking into the lesson room for the Princess and Prince to read their school books.

"I thought I was discovered and was about to die, but the King didn't punish me. He decided to let me take lessons with his children. That's how I got to be friends with the Princess and Prince. And like you, I was touched by a god. I was carrying the Prophet after the Battle of Black Falls when Galt appeared and put his paw on my shoulder. So now, I'm a revered one, just like you. Yeah, Opa told me about you. She thought it might help you out if we met. These days, I'm her adopted brother. The King and Queen decided to adopt me after the Impotuan armies were defeated."

"Wait! What? The King killed your whole family, and then he adopted you? Don't you want to avenge your family?"

"I miss my little sister, but that's about it. My father wasn't much of a father, and I never knew my mother. I wasn't much better than a servant in my father's house, always at the mercy of my older brothers and sisters. It wasn't a happy life. I don't feel any obligation to avenge such a lousy father and family. In comparison, the King has always treated me with kindness, even though he knew I was the Chieftain of Capani's son. He could have killed me. By rights, he should have killed me. That's how wars of conquest work. But he gave me a chance, even before I was touched by Galt."

"What was meeting Galt like?"

"Sid, I don't remember anything other than the fear of Galt. I remember him walking up to me in his aspect as a cat. I remember the fear because I was afraid I was going to pee myself. I'm told I passed out. He didn't talk to me like Sassoo talked to you. I'm kinda envious that you got to talk to your god. Did he really tell you to enroll?"

"It was more like advice from a friendly grownup. If not for his eyes, I would have thought I was talking to an older griffin visiting the shrine. He started the conversation by asking why I was out of bed after the curfew for trainees. It was a totally normal, everyday conversation."

"No way!"

"Way! I wasn't even sure it was Sassoo and not some griffin with the stars reflected in its eyes. That's because the conversation was on the gallery while I was looking at the night sky. I had to confirm it with my Mistress the next morning. Getting the godmark cinched it."

"That is so wow, Sid! Now, I really am jealous. Not even most revelators get to talk to their gods. I think Emily is the only one who talks to them all the time. No wonder the Holy Senlyosart wants to keep the Convocation at a distance, because they would be all over you if they knew. "

"The Prophet talks to the gods all the time?"

"Yeah, it's really freaky. She's really intimidating until you get to know her. Then you find out that she's really nice under her prickly exterior."

"Prickly exterior?"

"You'll understand once you get to meet her, Sid. You're a revered one, so you'll get to meet her eventually. Hey, we're at the bottom, finally. What are Opa and Twevyar doing?"

"They're putting the lithophone back in its place, Garki. It was moved to make room for the handfasting this morning."

"Hey, Sid, how old are you?"

"Eleven."

"Really? You talk like you're a lot older. You had some high-class tutors, didn't you?"

"Yeah, not that it saved me from getting tutored in math."

"You're getting tutored in math? Like, right now?"

"Yeah, my Mistress insisted."

"What a face, Sid! You must not like math." Garki laughed, but in a friendly way. I could tell he wasn't putting me down. He seemed like a nice guy. I wouldn't mind being friends with him.

Opa and I played duets on the lithophone for her friends. Before long, we gained the usual silent spectators of other shrine residents. I was used to it by now, but I was split between being thrilled that people liked our music and scared that I had an audience.

Because Opa, Twevyar, and Fed knew the words and music to my Consolation of the Prophet hymn, they sang the three parts while Opa and I placed the counterpoint on the lithophone. I think it was the first time I heard my piece in the way I imagined it when I wrote it. It sounded just like I thought it would, with three voices and two lithophone players, and that made me happy.

"I never thought that what I told a friend after her husband died would be put to such lovely music," a soft soprano said. I looked up at a big white eagle with three strangely dressed people and one Coyn on its back.

"Em!" Fed ran to the edge of the Well where the eagle was standing. It had landed so softly that I didn't realize it had arrived while I was playing.

"Wait, sis," Troy grabbed his big sister's sleeve and stopped her. He stood and approached the eagle with gravity. He fell to his knees, put his hand over his heart, and bowed his head, "May the blessings of the eleven gods be upon you, Great One."

Opa knelt, tapped my shoulder, and motioned for me to kneel. I did, quickly making the motions of a full obeisance.

"And upon all of you," the soft soprano replied. "Please rise. And now, Master Incorrigible Troyeepay Kas'syo haup Gunndit, where is the wedding feast? Is it here at the shrine?"

"The feast is at the Manse, Em." Fed popped back up on her feet and ran over to the eagle, beaming.

"We're in public, Trainee Fed'soas," the little Coyn chided. "If your parents or grandmother heard you, we would both be in trouble – you for being informal, again, and me for being a bad influence. The last thing I want to do is rile up your grandmother." Then she winked at Fed, and Fed giggled. Troy shook his head, and Garki rolled his eyes. The rest of our group was gobsmacked by the exchange. This was the Prophet? All I could see was a Coyn girl's face inside a fur-lined hood.

"I haven't been in Black Falls since the battle," said the little fur-wrapped Coyn. "We need to find the Blessed Lisaykos and the Holy Irralray. How do we get to the Manse? What does it look like from the air?"

"Great One," Garki got up and spoke, "if you go east out of the dome, there's a dip where the shrine's gardens are. After the gardens, there's a parade ground next to a circular boulevard. The Manse is the big building inside the circular boulevard. It's almost next door."

"There's a place to land?" the big eagle asked.

"Yes, the landing forecourt is easy to spot from the air."

"Thank you, young human," the eagle bobbed its head and then leapt into the air, exiting the dome from the gallery openings to the east.

"That was the Prophet?" I asked.

"Yeah," Garki turned to me. "What I want to know is why she was with three Tirmarrans."