I was about to quote the first two sentences of this paragraph for their description of natural beauty. However, I realized that, if I were to complete the paragraph, then we would yet again have three senses addressed in a single descriptive passage:
"The sun was low when they crossed a final meadow and halted under trees on the shore of a lake. The water caught the light and became a sheet of fire a mile across; a flock of brant whirred from the rushes. 'We can wait here,' said Hugi. He slid to the ground and rubbed his buttocks. 'Oof,' he grimaced, 'ma puir auld backside!'" (Chapter Four, p. 30)
Two other words of interest:
"...Norway's high saetere..." (ibid.)
"...the hunting of the basilisk..." (Chapter Eight, p. 49)
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
Hmmm, hunting BASILISKS would be a very dangerous sport indeed!
Sean
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