Rain has washed the dawn pure. (I think that we know that feeling.)
Tomislav and Vanimen stand at the edge of the woods before the former departs.
The sky is white in the east, blue above them and violet in the west.
The western sky holds a planet and the Moon. (The mention of a planet makes Poul Anderson's readers think science fictional thoughts.)
Trees are described as "...all bronze and brass and blood..." (p. 139)
Dead leaves crunch.
Cocks crow.
Air is chill.
Maybe all Poul Anderson's descriptions of mornings, evenings, nights, storms and seasons comprise a vaster narrative than the doings of mere mortals?
Kaor, Paul!
ReplyDeletePeople from Middle Earth might well have thought of that planet/star as Earendil bearing the shining Silmaril after he was set in the heavens by the Valar.
Ad astra! Sean