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Friday to go.”
                  “We, like, owe you,” another of Melissa’s girls said. “So come out with us.” She waved a hand at him. “You don’t want to make Melly cry, do you?”
                  It looked to Bill like Melly was going to cry. She wouldn’t look at him now, focused on the tips of her hair in her hand, and her shoes, apparently.
                  Every bone in Bill’s body melted. Even as the words came out of his mouth, he knew that he was screwing up.
    “Ok ay, the Mill tonight,” he said. Melissa looked up like she had just got ‘Bingo’. “What time?”
                  “We meet at six for happy hour,” she said. She turned to her friend and continued, “This is great, and I’ve got this new top I want to wear.”
                  “The pink one?”
                  “No, the blue one with the sparkles that I got at Bealls.”
                  “Oh, I love that one!”
                  And off they went to lunch, where they would only let him get a salad, and of course Rush Limbaugh was on his own.
    * * *
                  “By the power of Adriam, we do invoke thee,” the combined Casters intoned.
                  “Praise to the All-Father,” Glynn answered.
                  “By the power of Eveave, we do invoke thee.”
                  “Praise to the Taker and the Giver.”
                  Throughout the list of gods, they invoked the protection they would need for the song. Finally they came to Steel, who was only half of a god, a child of Earth and a woman, who had emerged from Water to be among them, and be the One who could touch Adriam’s creation directly.
                  “In the name of Steel, we invoke thee,” the Casters intoned.
                  “Praise be to Steel, who is the Savior,” Glynn said.
                  The power boiled in her throat. Tears ran down her cheeks, from the effort to contain it. She could see the words before her in her mind, becoming more imperative, letting her know they needed to be spoken.
                  This preparation went on for grueling hours.
    “Commence your song,” Angron commanded from his throne.
                  And Glynn sang:
    “Fovea, oh Fovea, beloved of the gods,
    Of Earth and Water’s coupling
    Were we among them born.
    We walk upon the fertile Earth
    ‘Mongst seeds already laid,
    Six heroes brought forth by the One
    Await the coming day.”
     
    “The day, the day, there comes the day.
    The day, the day is near.
    The day, the day, here comes the day.
    The time of War is here.
     
    “From Fovea, from Fovea, the Cheyak, they are gone,
    Struck down for their failing,
    To make way for the One.
    The One, who walks upon the Earth
    The One, who is of War.
    The One, who others wait upon
    To fight forever more.”
     
    “The day, the day, there comes the day.
    The day, the day is near.
    The day, the day, here comes the day.
    The time of War is here.”
     
    “To Fovea, to Fovea, a champion is called.
    Summoned on these very words
    To witness rise and fall
    They will fall, who walk with her
    They will fall, who oppose her
    They will fall, for the power
    Of the goddess, who chose her.”
     
    “The day, the day, there comes the day.
    The day, the day is near.
    The day, the day, here comes the day.
    The time of War is here.”
     
    “On Fovea, on Fovea, seek a noble young and old,
    A foreigner among his kind                            
    A hero, fate foretold                                          
    One who fights as does the Sun                            
    Waits in a sacred place                                          
    A guardian will bring you there
    With a devil born and