Letter From The Editor - Issue 59 - October 2017

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Walks Before Greatness
    by Kate Marshall

Walks Before Greatness
Artwork by Nicole Cardiff

Ainara's mouth could not be blacker if she'd been suckled on a lump of coal. Even her teeth were black, and her tongue. But her skin was cave-fish pale, so white you'd think it could not bear the light.

It was a sign: she would be great.

When she was seven she went about with a king-killer snake as a wreath about her neck, and was never bitten. A year later she walked from the forest with an honor-guard of spotted wolves, who licked her fingers and melted away. She could twist her hands in the air and loose the clouds, or puff her cheeks to call a rain.

I was born breach with my hand tangled in Ainara's hair. My people called me Tanith, Walks-Before-Greatness. Each morning I stepped out from the house our mother built of bent bones and mud, lifted dust-brown arms to the sun, and sang. I sang every dark-eyed child awake, every dog, every cow and bull. I sang welcome to the sun, and to Ainara.

I might have hated her. The tales our grandmothers told were full of brothers who turned axe or club or flint-tipped arrow against one another, or sisters who laid ears flat to the ground to hear the serpents speak of poison. My sister was great, and I was only the one who walked before her.

But I did not hate Ainara. I was sure our tale would not be added to those. I loved her. I would have dyed the path before her with my blood if she asked me.

I was so sure we would be different.

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