Copied from Poul Anderson's Cosmic Environments:
(I have just returned from an evening meal in the White Cross with two beautiful former work colleagues, Rachel and Caz.)
See Veleda's Dwelling.
Veleda,
on her high stool, wraps her cloak around her, hood up, against the
chill. Heidhin, visiting, sits on the floor with his back against the
shut-bed. Veleda's breath is visible when she speaks.
On
a later visit, they walk around her grounds between respectful field
workers and the dark holy grove. She will withdraw into her tower to
think, brew witchcraft and call the goddess while Heidhin carries her
word to the tribes.
Later again, when the war goes
badly, she walks alone, broods under a tree and returns from the halidom
to her tower where she sits on the three-legged witch-seat, cloak
tight, peering into the shifting shadows. Gloom makes objects look like
trolls. The floor groans and light shines as the goddess arrives...
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