The People Of The Wind, X.
This is worth recording:
while it is still dark, a trumpet sounds;
Ferune's sons fly forth, carrying his body on a litter;
his uhoths flutter, puzzled by his quietness;
his wife, Wharr, leads, flanked by her daughters, their husbands and grown children bearing torches;
they join their chothmates;
Mistwood Choth rises above the fog between western stars and eastern lightening;
they fly north and as high as is physically possible;
on the horizon, the Weathermother snowpeaks are lit by the rising but still hidden sun;
the Holms follow on gravbelts;
the Ythrians resemble a spearhead led by torchflames;
silence is broken only by throbbing wings;
above wild crags, boulders and streams, the sons hover before their mother, encircled by kin and the wheeling choth;
the sun rises above the mountains;
the new Wyvan blows the horn, calls "Ferune" three times and speaks the words of the two-thousand-year-old New Faith;
body and torches fall;
Wharr leads the dance;
Daniel Holm tells Arinnian, "'And that Terran thought we'd surrender.'" (p. 560) (My emphasis.)
Kaor, Paul!
ReplyDeleteTHROBBING wings? I would have thought we would hear RUSTLING or flapping wings.
Holm is being a bit foolish. Anyone cam be forced to surrender if enough strength and determination is exerted by the stronger side in a war. Esp. if that side thinks what might be won is worth the cost.
Ad astra! Sean
Sean,
ReplyDeleteThey are climbing as high as they can go.
Paul.
Kaor, Paul!
ReplyDeleteI noticed tat. But "throbbing" wings still seemed odd.
Ad astra! Sean