| He felt, even more than he heard, Menico and... 796 |
[Feb. 10th, 2010|10:40 pm] |
He felt, even more than he heard, Menico and Eghano grounding them all with their deep lineHe saw the two dancers, now statues in a frieze, now whirling as captives in the trap of time, and at the moment that was proper he let his own voice soar with the two syrenyae into the space that had been left for them to fill, in the middle range where mortals lived and died
So Menico di Ferraut had shaped his approach to the seldom-performed Full Mourning Rites long ago, bringing forty years of art and a full, much-traveled life to the moment that this morning had becomeEven as he began to sing, Devin's heart swelled with pride and a genuine love for the round, unassuming leader who had guided them here and into what they were shaping
They stopped, as planned, after the sixth stage, for their own sake and their listeners'Tomasso had spoken with Menico beforehand, and the nobles' progression past Sandre's bier |
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