“The quality of mercy is not strain’d,//It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven//Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:// It blesseth him that gives and him that takes." — Melodies
. . . Kamilah and I have made ammends! Even one day of estrangement was an agony. I know her heart is full of love. Yet it is also full of such fear. How can one offer mercy when one has seen it so rarely in her life? But she is brave, like Shah. She came to me, as Shah often would. I am never so brave as to speak first after a quarrel. Perhaps Kamilah can teach me bravery, as I would teach her mercy? . . .
“For I can raise no money by vile means: by heaven, I had rather coin my heart, and drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring from the hard hands of peasants their vile trash by any indirection. — Melodies
. . . We are at our first port of sale. I hope to have done well bartering a price for our goods; I so often feel so useless aboardship. I jested that the Captain required a Thuvian to get the best price. I don’t speak for my people, but I do speak for those of us who know empty bellies; the coin is not as dear as what it might purchase . . .
“To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking.” — The Birth of Light and Truth
. . . I told the Captain of Hasim. I will speak to my new friends tomorrow of him. For some weeks I’ve been able to leave off my purpose. Speaking of it again lends it truth. It is a hard to truth to acknowledge: I seek one fool-hearted boy in a whole sea of lost souls. He should pray Dawn and Dusk that I find him before Shah does. She will have his hide for this foolishness. Yet, he has succeeded in becoming the center of my attention at last, hasn’t he? Praise the gods for loving him so; he is an impossible boy.
Prepare to be rescued, Hasim al Hala.