When Nicholas van Rijn and Joyce Davisson ascend the "monstrous" Kusulongo the Mountain to confront the Ancients of t'Kela:
"The wind went shrieking through the empty dark sky, around the crags, to buffet [Joyce] like fists and snap the banner which Uulobu carried on a lance as he rode ahead." (p. 102)
The wind confirms that the situation is threatening. Joyce says something that she regards as "moronic" because she is:
"...driven to say anything that might drown out the wind." (ibid.)
After some conversation:
"They jogged on in silence, except for the wind." (p. 103)
Emphasizing the silence during a pause in the dialogue is one of the Andersonian roles of the wind.
On top of the mountain, streets in Kusulongo the City are:
"...full of wind and the noise of hammering from the metalsmiths' quarters." (p. 105)
Later, when:
"Silence stretched." (p. 111)
- during negotiations, there was also:
"...the boom of wind beyond the doorway." (ibid.)
Whatever else happens, that wind never lets up.
(And it is howling outside here right now.)
Kaor, Paul!
ReplyDeleteI hope those howling winds in Lancaster doesn't bode evil to the UK.
Ad astra! Sean