While Flandry schemes and sabotages on Scotha, spring, soon to be succeeded by summer, seems to sing of his success:
"Spring breezes blew soft through the garden and woke rustling in trees. A deep odor of green life was upon it. Somewhere in twilight, a creature not unlike a bird was singing. The ancient promise of summer to come stirred in the blood."
-Poul Anderson, "Tiger by the Tail" IN Anderson, Captain Flandry: Defender Of The Terran Empire (Riverdale, NY, 2010), pp. 241-276 AT p. 269.
Flandry and Gunli:
feel the breeze;
see the garden;
hear the trees;
smell the life;
hear the song;
feel the promise.
Matters are now out of his hands. Both have grown thin. But their machinery is in motion and nothing can stop it.
1 comment:
Kaor, Paul!
I sure as heck don't think I would be able to conspire and plot as ingeniously as Flandry does. And it comes with nerve wracking strain and tension, as we see!
Sean
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