The City of Brass
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by She Who Watches
It should come as no surprise that the first tales I gathered to place in my encyclopedia come from my birthplace, Rabiah. I find this tale compelling because it leaves the reader with several tantalizing references to a place of power that lies on the cusp of a plane. Of course, it is also a tale of high passion and pain, and my youthful self knew too well where such emotions can lead.
While a memory lives, so shall its maker. . . . For those of us who tell stories and write down the great and infamous doings of our people, these words carry greater weight than a hundredfold gold bars. Today, my tale is brief; the lesson drawn from it perhaps a bit longer, perhaps twice as short. Only my readers will know.
Princess Fatima was the wealthiest of women. She had riches galore, camels and silks, and a lover who was one of the most powerful men in her kingdom. She also was rich in magic. In Fatima’s land as in many of our backward kingdoms, women have little control over their own lives. Their husband or father controls them. But Fatima’s father was dead, no uncles or brothers lived, and she had not yet married. Every night, Fatima whispered in the ear of her lover, al-Abin, “Ask me not to marry you, and I will love you forever.” To which al-Abin would reply, “Do not marry me, dear one.”
For months, their strange arrangement lasted, until one night Fatima whispered, “Ask me not to marry you, and I will love you forever.” To which al-Abin replied, “Marry me and make me the happiest of men.” Furious, Fatima declared that she would never marry him. Despite al-Abin’s begging, Fatima remained adamant. That very night her lover left Fatima for good.
Furious at al-Abin and the land that birthed him, Fatima went into a rage that lasted for days. At the end of this time, she turned all of her attention to her magic. Determined to build a place where none would ever dare disturb her, Fatima chose to create a City of Brass that blazed with the heat of her fury.
With every month she worked on her city, Fatima’s power grew until it was so great she could stride across the planes and leave her people behind. She moved her city to the very farthest edges of Rabiah, where she worked in complete solitude. Yet, after a number of years, Fatima felt a touch of loneliness. Although she did not wish to see her people again, she wished some companionship. Thus, Fatima built the first of the Brass Men.
Fatima cared deeply for her brass creations, who bore the grief she never allowed herself to feel and thus often stopped to mourn after performing any task. As was her city, her brass men were cold as al-Abin’s betrayal and hot as Fatima’s wrath. Yet they were–and are–her children, and Fatima loves them to this day.
Go not to the City of Brass, unless you can bear great pain. For if you venture within its molten walls you will find yourself burned by the heat of its fires and by the rage and grief of its lone mistress.
