When Targovi tells Diana that he suspects that Admiral Magnusson plans to rebel, silence falls except for the sounds of wind, sea and ship but we have quoted this passage before. See Wind Boomed.
When Magnusson's wife, Vida, interrupts his meditation:
"He could barely hear her voice through the cold, whittering breeze, as soft as it was." (CHAPTER FOUR, p. 250)
I do not think that we have quoted this sentence before. The coldness of the breeze matches the coldness of Magnusson's response and it is also appropriate that this particular breeze does not soothe but whitters. Magnusson, planning rebellion, has already been distracted from meditation by many logistical details. When there is peace, different winds and breezes will blow. There are glittering snowflakes and scrittling leaves in the Imhotepan autumn in the concluding chapter.
2 comments:
One thing urbanites miss is that wind is -ubiquitous- outside urban environments.
Kaor, Mr. Stirling!
Altho I live in a city I know winds exist. I can feel them almost every time I leave my house.
Ad astra! Sean
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