Then boy said, “Know that I am not Julna of Kadisphon, although such a one is within me. I have many names, for I contain multitudes. But foremost I am Sekenre the sorcerer, and I have come to make an ending.”
And this is the ending I made. It was only the best I can do. I weep at its inadequacies.
And is it not often claimed that a sorcerer cannot weep?
Is it not said that no sorcerer can ever atone?
I took Tsarag Vin by the hand and led him outside, into the Street of the Witches, which was all about, for he had created it in his mind. The snow was deep and drifting. I know the wind bit at his flesh, but I was n***d and felt only the cool night air of the otherwise hot and dusty City of the Delta far to the south. It was one of the many miracles of the Street of the Witches that Tsar
