| Somehow, someone else was guiding the dangerous... 718 |
[Feb. 10th, 2010|03:03 am] |
Somehow, someone else was guiding the dangerous steps of this danceHe had truly no idea who it could be, but the feeling was there each morning when he woke and it would not be shaken offNeither would it come clear for him under the spring sun, in that border meadow bright with the banners of Barbadior, with irises and asphodels, and fragrant with the scent of the surrounding pines
So he waited, praying to his gods for word of a death back home, agonizingly aware that the world might soon be laughing at him if he drew back, knowing, as spies kept hastening south in relays, that Brandin was getting stronger in Farsaro every day, but held there on the border by his craftiness, his instinct for survival, by that ache of doubtWaiting for something to come clear
Refusing, as the days slipped past, to dance to what might be someone else's tune, however seductively the hidden pipes might play
She was numbingly afraidThis was worse, infinitely worse |
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