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THE FIREBIRD. It was at the heart of every Ravkan myth, the inspiration for countless plays and ballads, novels and operas. Ravka's borders were said to have been sketched by the firebird's flight. Its rivers ran with the firebird's tears. Its capital was said to have been founded where a firebird's feather fell to earth. A young warrior had picked up that feather and carried it into battle. No army had been able to stand against him, and he became the first king of Ravka. Or so the legend went.
I talked to Mal about it, he reluctantly agreed. To finally be free, we need all three amplifiers. And the firebird should be the third one.
I told myself I would have the scales made into an amplifier the very next morning. Maybe some part of me wanted to stall. Maybe some part of me was afraid that I would become accustomed to that power and want more, not for freedom, but for the feel of it.
Nevertheless, I bade Mal good night and went to my quarters with Tamar. Inside, where Tamar was softly snoring, I tried to get some sleep. Even the gentle rocking of the ship didn't help me.
Finally I gave up, and quietly stepped out into the deck. I sat at the edge of the starboard, facing the moon and its reflection on the dark water. With the presence of the ocean, and the light of the moon, I felt better than I had in weeks.
I deserved this moment of peace.
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