"I'll need your help. Come night and the Oracle again, I'm going to try the final couplet.""Jinian," Murzy breathed while Dodie looked white-eyed at me. "Dangerous.""And fatal not to," I said, still smiling at them all...I wove by forest and meadow, branch and leaf. I wove by stream and pool, by river and fall. I wove by cloud and air, by thunder and sunset glow. I wove by depths of the earth, rock and gem, glittering ores and crystals blooming in the dark, old bone and new. Beside me the others wove as well..."And all within sound of my voice or reach of the wind," I cried, thrusting my voice like a Sending, like a magic spear, driving it upward. "And all within sound of my voice or lick of the wave, or all within sound of my voice or stretch of the soil, or all within sound of my voice where green grows and leaf springs up. Named or unnamed, silent or speaking. Let this message be brought,By the Eye of the Star,Where Old Gods Are!"