Handout 32: Returning to Glyve

The Ka-Tet returned to Glyve.
He spoke in that slow rumble, like stone scraping against stone,
“Have you found... the flask of which... I spoke?” “Yes.” A note of eagerness crept into Glyve’s dead voice: “You have it? Pour some of ... its water across ... my lips... and I shall tell you... what I promised ... to tell you.” “Here you go.”
The clear water from the flask trickled across the stone lips, diluting the filthy flow that spewed from the holes. As we watched, the Ditch’s water slowly dissipated entirely, the dirty taint of it replaced by clear, fresh water. Glyve groaned in ecstasy.
After a moment, he spoke,
“My thanks, Nameless One. In gratitude, I gift you with knowledge that will allow you to harness the full power of the decanter.”
His voice began to fade even as he spoke,
“Seek out... the woman called... ‘Nemelle’. She resides in ... the Clerk’s Ward... in Upper Sigil. I know not... where exactly... Best of luck ... in your quest... immortal.” “Thanks, Glyve. Go to your rightful rest.”
The stone face was silent. A trickle of clear water ran from the corner of its eye, and the grimace carved into the face had loosened. Another soul freed from its torment.
“Very well, then.”