Sterile Mengoor! Simple Cra’adug!

You tithed strength to each other, like comrades

When you pulled down the Gift Mast, dyad-bound

the tithing did not reach me


I punish you. I pronounce two curses, thus —


Let one of you be the lesson

This shape is strength — this shape endures

I will arm you with fire


Let one of you be the learner

Learn the shape and the direction of strength

Tithe both sides of your blade to me


I am Oryx, not bound by law. I pronounce a third curse —


Let separation rule you. Let companionship be your ruin.