Marida was beautiful beyond words. She had skin the hue of the ocean and hair the color of dried salt. She wore clothing that was woven from seaweed and inlaid with pearls. When Umirra saw her, he spoke to her with kind words and flattered her with poetry and bewitched her with his tongue. So Marida took Umirra beneath a whirlpool to the khedivate of her father and there to seek his hand in marriage.
But the khedive was wroth with his daughter and lashed out in his anger, grievously wounding her. So Umirra healed her. Then the anger of the khedive cooled upon seeing what Umirra did and he consented to their marriage.
So Umirra and Marida were wed and soon produced triplets -- sons Amir and Bhamut; and daughter Sekhat. But Marida died in childbirth and in his grief, Umirra followed -- a victim of his own hand. So the khedive cast the infant brothers out of his presence and handed them to the rulers of dry land to raise them, saying, "These are children of the land." But the daughter he allowed to remain for she resembled her mother and the khedive could not bear to part with her.
So Umirra and Marida were wed and soon produced triplets -- sons Amir and Bhamut; and daughter Sekhat. But Marida died in childbirth and in his grief, Umirra followed -- a victim of his own hand. So the khedive cast the infant brothers out of his presence and handed them to the rulers of dry land to raise them, saying, "These are children of the land." But the daughter he allowed to remain for she resembled her mother and the khedive could not bear to part with her.
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