Wind On Diomedes

War Of The Wing-Men, XI.

On Diomedes:

nights are short;

morning smoulders;

cold moons sink;

a shivering volcano spits boulders;

and there is wind -

"The wind came galing, stiff as an iron bar pressed against Wace's suddenly chilled back." (p. 78)

"The wind laid its fingers in [Sandra's] tightly braided hair and unfurled small banners of it." (p. 79)

A cliff tumbles;

a river foams;

sun tinges mountain snows and -

"The wind came streaking up the dales and struck the humans in the face." (ibid.)

I don't know whether these winds stand for anything any more but it is impossible to miss them after everything that has gone before.