'It's my toe!' Raoden said, limping across the slippery cobblestones. 'There's something wrong with it-I stubbed it when I fell, but the pain isn't going away.'

Galladon shook his head ruefully. 'Welcome to Elantris. sule. You're dead-your body won't repair itself like it should.'

'What?' Raoden flopped to the ground next to Galladon's steps. His toe continued to hurt with a pain as sharp as the moment he stubbed it.

'Every pain, sule,' Galladon whispered. 'Every cut, every nick. every bruise, and every ache-they will stay with you until you go mad from the suffering. As I said, welcome to Elantris.'

'How do you stand it?' Raoden asked, massaging his toe. an action that didn't help. It was such a silly little injury, but he had to fight to keep the pained tears from his eyes.

'We don't. We're either very careful, or we end up like those rulos you saw in the courtyard.'

'In the courtyard… [dos Domi!' Raoden pulled himself to his feet and

hobbled toward the courtyard. He found the beggar boy in the same location, near the mouth of the alley. He was still alive… in a way.

The boy's eyes stared blankly into the air, the pupils quivering. His lips worked silently, no sound escaping. The boy's neck had been completely crushed, and there was a massive gash in its side, exposing the vertebrae and throat. The boy tried without success to breathe through the mess.

Suddenly Raoden's toe didn't seem so bad. 'Idos Domi.' Raoden whispered, turning his head as his stomach lurched. He reached out and grabbed the side of a buiIding to steady himself. his head bowed, as he tried to keep from adding to the sludge on the cobblestones.

'There isn't much left for this one,' Galladon said with a matter-of-fact tone. crouching down next to the beggar.

'How?' Raoden began, then stopped as his stomach threatened him again. He sat down in the slime with a plop and. after a few deep breaths, continued. 'How long will he live like that?'

'You still don't understand, sule.' Galladon said, his accented voice sorrowful. 'He isn't alive-none of us are. That's why we're here. Kolo? The boy will stay like this forever. That is, after all, the typical length of eternal damnation.'

'Is there nothing we can do?'

Galladon shrugged. 'We could try burning him, assuming we could make a fire. Elantrian bodies seem to burn better than those of regular people, and some think that's a fitting death for our kind.'

'And…' Raoden said, still unable to look at the boy. 'And if we do that, what happens to him-his soul?'

'He doesn't have a soul,' Galladon said. 'Or so the priests tell us. Korathi, Derethi, Jesker-they all say the same thing. We're damned.'

'That doesn't answer my question. Will the pain stop if he is burned?'

Galladon looked down at the boy. Eventually, he just shrugged. 'Some say that if you burn us, or cut off our head, or do anything that completely destroys the body. we'll just stop existing. Others, they say the pain goes on- that we become pain. They think we'd float thoughtlessly, unable to feel anything but agony. I don't like either option. so I just try to keep myself in one piece. Kolo?'

'Yes,' Raoden whispered. 'I kolo.' He turned, finally getting the courage to look back at the wounded boy. The enormous gash stared back at him. Blood seeped slowly from the wound-as if the liquid were just sitting in the veins, like stagnant water in a pool.

With a sudden chill Raoden reached up and felt his chest. 'I don't have a heartbeat,' he realized for the first time.

Galladon looked at Raoden as if he had made an utterly idiotic statement. 'Stile, you're dead. Kolo?'

They didn't burn the boy. Not only did they lack the proper implements to make fire, but Galladon forbade it. 'We can't make a decision like that. What if he reaIly has no soul? What if he stopped existing when we burned his body? To many, an existence of agony is better than no existence at all.'

So, they left the boy where he had fallen-Galladon doing so without a second thought, Raoden following because he couldn't think of anything else to do, though he felt the pain of guilt more sharply than even the pain in his toe.

Galladon obviously didn't care whether Raoden followed him, went in another direction, or stood staring at an interesting spot of grime on the wall. The large, dark-skinned man walked back the way they had come, passing the occasional moaning body in a gutter, his back turned toward Raoden with a posture of complete indifference.

Watching the Dula go, Raoden tried to gather his thoughts. He had been trained for a life in politics; years of preparation had conditioned him to make quick decisions. He made one just then. He decided to trust Galladon.

There was something innately likable about the Dula. something Raoden found indefinably appealing, even if it was covered by a grime of pessimism as thick as the slime on the ground. It was more than Galladon's lucidity, more than just his leisurely attitude. Raoden had seen the man's eyes when he regarded the suffering child. Galladon claimed to accept the inevitable, but he felt sad that he had to do so.

The Dula found his former perch on the steps and settled back down. Taking a determined breath, Raoden walked over and stood expectantly in front of the man.

Galladon glanced up. 'What?'

'I need your help, Galladon,' Raoden said, squatting on the ground in front of the steps.

Galladon snorted. 'This is Elantris, sule. There's no such thing as help. Pain, insanity, and a whole lot of slime are the only things you'll find here.' 'You almost sound like you believe that.'

'You are asking in the wrong place, sule.'

'You're the only noncomatose person I've met in here who hasn't attacked me,' Raoden said. 'Your actions speak much more convincingly than your words.'

'Perhaps I simply haven't tried to hurt you because I know you don't have anything to take.'

'I don't believe that.'

Galladon shrugged an 'I don't care what you believe' shrug and turned away, leaning back against the side of the building and closing his eyes.

'Are you hungry, Galladon?' Raoden asked quietly.

The man's eyes snapped open.

'I used to wonder when King Iadon fed the Elantrians,' Raoden mused. 'I

never heard of any supplies entering the city, but I always assumed that they were sent. After all, I thought, the Elantrians stay alive. I never understood. If the people of this city can exist without heartbeats, then they can probably exist without food. Of course, that doesn't mean the hunger goes away. I was ravenous when I awoke this morning, and I still am. From the looks in the eyes of those men who attacked me, I'd guess the hunger only gets worse.'

Raoden reached under his grime-stained sacrificial robe, pulling out a thin object and holding it up for Galladon to see. A piece of dried meat. Galladon's eyes opened all the way, his face changing from bored to interested. There was a glint in his eyes-a bit of the same wildness that Raoden had seen in the savage men earlier. It was more controlled, but it was there. For the first time, Raoden realized just how much he was gambling on his first impression of the Dula.

'Where did that come from?' Galladon asked slowly.

'It fell out of my basket when the priests were leading me here, so I stuffed it under my sash. Do you want it or not?'

Galladon didn't answer for a moment. 'What makes you think I won't simply attack you and take it?' The words were not hypothetical: Raoden could tell that a part of Galladon was actually considering such an action. How large a part was still indeterminable.

'You called me 'sule,' Galladon. How could you kill one you've dubbed a friend?'

Galladon sat, transfixed by the tiny piece of meat. A thin drop of spittle ran unnoticed from the side of his mouth. He looked up at Raoden, who was growing increasingly anxious. When their eyes met, something sparked in Galladon, and the tension snapped. The Dula suddenly bellowed a deep, resounding laugh. 'You speak Duladen, sule?'

'Only a few words.' Raoden said modestly.

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