@sugar “Once, when the present writer was no more than a three-score of years of age, he was commanded by the Iron-Glove of the city of Tí-Farazhù to call forth this terrible Prince in order to relieve the city of a geas of despair placed upon it by Those Who Serve the Pearl. The Iron-Glove himself joined in the incantations…”
@sugar “…Of all of this infelicitous tale there was only one good consequence: the plight of Tí-Farazhú so moved the Poet Yetíl that he composed a beauteous ode upon it, and this, when appropriately sung by a choir of little maidens, cannot help but awake nobility and solemnity within the breasts of the hearers.Thus it was in my youth.”
And then we get to the summoning ritual
A fire is burning in Bird Spirit Land.