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This, they confessed, had been one of their idle inquiries. They had gazed into the fire, into the future of the lovesick girl, and seen a lovesick old woman, sitting in her usual spot, waiting on another divination. This sad routine would continue until the end of her life.

"Wait! Can't you see that?" She went to write a new query, energized by the realization.
But with sudden urgency, the Diviner gripped her arm. Their head hung low. Their voice, now a whisper, warned her, "The truth is unkind."

"It's a dull task, I confess. On occasion, I pass the hours with trivial inquiries into the fire."
The girl leaned close. "About cute guys."
"No."
And they laughed together the rest of the evening.

The Diviner sat still, remembering.
"In a time of war, my power was given by the gods to benefit your people. Now, the need has expired. I have looked long into the future and seen peace. But the fire of knowledge cannot be extinguished. I remain its guardian."

The little cave rang with laughter. Snacks from town were strewn across the table (the Diviner didn't often eat, but the girl insisted they try a few of her favorites).
When the conversation lulled, the girl asked, "Do you ever do this? Like, for yourself?"

"...But, if it's any comfort, he would be an awful boyfriend."
"God, I bet. He wouldn't even lend me his pen in class. But he's hot, y'know?"
"Beware--I have seen great evil in this boy's heart. Like his taste in movies."
"Oh my god, stop!"

This continued for a while. The girl would arrive at the Diviner's doorstep with a new crush every week or so. Dozens of paper slips burned up in the fire, and even as the seasons changed, the answer did not.
"You are not in his future."

A few weeks passed before the girl reappeared in the gloomy entryway.
"I hope you didn't think I was kidding!"
A new boy had caught her eye, and she was sure this one was her destiny. (When the Diviner gave her a look, she added "almost sure.")

Handing her a thin slip of paper, the Diviner said, "Write your query." And when the girl had done so, it was thrown onto the hearth. The fire grew into a violent blaze too bright to look at, but the Diviner's gaze remained fixed, pressing intently into something unseen.

Beyond the entrance to the cave, The Diviner's home was surprisingly warm and hospitable. "Yours is the first request I've heard in a long time," they said, "and certainly the humblest I've ever heard." But they were not insulted.