See Shadows Lay Thick which outlines three senses on Ivanhoe but I had missed something because the concluding sentence of the immediately preceding paragraph reads:
"Wind, shrill in the lanes, bore sounds of feet, hoofs, groaning cartwheels, an occasional call or the whine of a bone flute." (p. 130)
There were four senses but I was so focused on a single paragraph that I had missed the one before it. This time, we notice first the perennial wind and secondly that those words, "shrill," "groaning" and "whine," exacerbate the unEarthly uneasiness of this extrasolar environment. Poul Anderson's detailed descriptions are inexhaustible. Rereading, we always find more.
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