Now Marralya had a hundred brothers, it is said, though we know only Tarrandyle, who took for his part all the land from the Shap to the mountains, leaving only the marshes of the North. He did not take it easily; he and his brothers squabbled all over the face of the world before their dominions were settled, but as they squabbled Marralya sat down in the dust and played. Her playing made the Sierra that runs like a spine across the plains, but she was only a baby then.
When Marralya came on her full powers and looked around, she found that her brothers had divided all the lands between then, even the Sierra that she had made, and left no scrap for her, and Marralya shrugged and went down to the shore, for Marralya was not like her brothers.
On the shore she found Glannot, first of men and first of adventurers, working on the trunk of a fallen tree.
“What are you working on, little man?” asked the goddess.
Glannot had never met a goddess, nor yet a woman, because the world was not ready yet for Glennat, who would come after, and he did not know what manner of thing Marralya was, but he left his work and offered her water from his flask, and explained that he was making a boat, that he might see what he could find beyond the horizon.
“Is this wide world that you have at your feet not enough for you, little man?”
And Glannot, he said
And Marralya went to her brothers, and asked that if all the land were taken she might have dominion over all the useless wastes of the sea, and they laughed, and ruffled her hair, and told her that she could have all the sea forever, and because of this two things happened.
The first is that Tarrandyle has been weak in his right hand, always, for one should not ruffle the hair of a goddess in her power, not even if she is the least little one of all ones siblings. Because of it he is known as Kerrandail, the maimed one, by all of his brothers, and by men who have no cause to fear him.
And the second is that every sailor who has ever sailed prays first and most fervently to Marralya, and there is none amongst her brothers who has so large and so faithful a host.
A little diversion in Khyran mythology, just to prove that I haven’t forgotten you. Some of you may remember Marralya from Cutthroats & Curses; Tarrandyle will be appearing a lot more often now that he finally has a name.