Who is to drive this equipage of Lode and Twayne?
The Alwight would enter one species after the other, like a serial incubus, promiscuously loving them, being them, leaving them for the next in an endless progression through the fauna (even some of the flora) of the planet. He had had relations with humans, of course, though as they grew away from the way of Earth and natural animality, he found he sought out the more feral and immature of them. He found humans interesting, they had potential, but he didn't see how they could go on much longer as they had.
Bilwit and Wildiar made their way under the guidance of the Lodestone. Sometimes they were obliged suddenly to change direction as if their quarry was jinking about from place to place. In the end, it was the lure of the Stone that brought them to him, or rather him to them, as he had sensed something distant he must find.
And he found two travellers, who were unusual, even for humans. And they carried something among the effects in their travel sacks. Was it alive? or some strange human device? Or was it possibly a hailstone from the Wolken, his misty Mother-- what?! He had flown to find them in the body of an eagle, and spotting them he swooped into that of a giant cobra sunning on a bank between the river and the trail they were on.
As a cobra, he reared up and asked "What do you carry, eh?" Whatever it was, it fairly quaked with numinosity. The astonished twins threw down their rucksacks and Wildiar reached in his and extracted a screaming lump blazing greengold.
Bilwit gave the cobra an arch look and spake, "Sir Snake, we have brought a wain-and-pair to convey you. Would you have it?" Sir Snake gazed archly back. "Let me try it," he replied. So Wildiar and Bilwit nodded to each other, Wildiar takes hold with his brother of this tempestuous lump, which then goes quite still, though it still blazes mutedly, heavy with power.
Sir Snake inclines his great head as they approach and as they raise the Lodestone toward it, the lump fairly leaps into his skull, and he shudders, then dissolves into a vortex of life-forms revving faster than the eye can catch. The Twayne have jerked back, awestruck by this spectacle. Lightning flashes within the rapid-writhing shape, but then it rises, becoming columnar, and they see that it has become a tornado that is a vast Tree, with many roots branching into the earth, many branches anastomosing into the sky, from its stout mighty trunk.
And it is screaming to the far reaches of the planet, and flashing darkness and light. And then it goes mild and shrinks down into the form of a man-snake, upper body manlike, lower body snakelike, with the head a bit of both. This man-snake says to them "I accept your gift." And hereupon he claps a palm to each of their skulls and clasps both to his own, and something passes into them as they stand stock still.
A good while later, they all shift and separate, and look at each other knowingly and the man-snake says "You were Twayne become Wayne and in giving me the Lodestone have I too become Wayne, no longer the playfully promiscuous rover but a single consistent being focused on saving the Living Planet from destruction. And you, my fine team of steeds, shall be my first Thanes, and we will go everywhere and bestow the Lode wherever it can be received, and do our best to save Mankind before it destroys the Holy Edhli."
He smiles snakily, and all over the world the Wolken, too, grins for she has just changed into Feorgen, Father Earth, no longer diffuse as a mind-cloud, but sharp-focused, just as is his new Son, the Drygand. And this equipage of world-historical import, Drygand, Twayne, and Wain, fare forth to progress through the whole world as the Drygand commands: "Let us go and make Menning, for All Life on Earth!' And so they did, and here we are.
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