Mulam and the Spear

Mulam helped me when my side was pierced by the spear. It should never have happened to me since I am a woman, but a world at war with itself doesn't always discriminate when it comes to casualties. The war had come to the village, and I had been struck as I fled in terror.

Mulam removed the spear, cleaned the wound, and nursed me back to health over the next few weeks. When I was almost healed enough to travel, Mulam mentioned the spear that had been in my side. "Oh, no, Mulam," I said, "the spear wasn't just in my side, but also in my heart. I know it is true because I bled for you, myself, and all the world. My tears washed over you as any Mother's tears would have washed over her child."

Years later on the streets of Odigo, Mulam mentioned the spear again and marveled at how the most beautiful rose sometimes has the sharpest thorns." But we were able, once again, to walk freely through those streets of Odigo and sit and talk over coffee.

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