A Funeral for the Eyes of Fire
“Dark blood trembled behind the tissue of dim stars overarching the basin.
“It’s nearly time for the dascra’nol,” Lijadu told Seth.
They made their way down from a ledge above the Sh’gaidu vineyards, where Seth had examined the workings of a gravity-powered irrigation system. Indeed, there were water channels throughout the basin, cunningly laid out and braced. An evening breeze kicked up. Around the Sh’vaij, the branches of the stately cypresses lifted together like ragged black fans.
Other Sh’...gaidu converged on the building. From the fields, from the irrigation terraces above the basin, from the stupendous bridges climbing to the shadow-riven eastern cliff face. And up the same path by which Seth’s party had reached the crofthouse earlier that day there now traipsed five tiny figures: Porchaddos Pors, Clefrabbes Douin, Magistrate Vrai, and Deputy Emahpre, all preceded by the Pledgechild’s right hand, Huspre. At this bloody twilight moment, visible to Seth from only the waist up, they each wore aureoles of dust upon their heads and shoulders, and so resembled medieval friars slumming toward a grubby canonization.MoreLess
“It’s nearly time for the dascra’nol,” Lijadu told Seth.
They made their way down from a ledge above the Sh’gaidu vineyards, where Seth had examined the workings of a gravity-powered irrigation system. Indeed, there were water channels throughout the basin, cunningly laid out and braced. An evening breeze kicked up. Around the Sh’vaij, the branches of the stately cypresses lifted together like ragged black fans.
Other Sh’...gaidu converged on the building. From the fields, from the irrigation terraces above the basin, from the stupendous bridges climbing to the shadow-riven eastern cliff face. And up the same path by which Seth’s party had reached the crofthouse earlier that day there now traipsed five tiny figures: Porchaddos Pors, Clefrabbes Douin, Magistrate Vrai, and Deputy Emahpre, all preceded by the Pledgechild’s right hand, Huspre. At this bloody twilight moment, visible to Seth from only the waist up, they each wore aureoles of dust upon their heads and shoulders, and so resembled medieval friars slumming toward a grubby canonization.MoreLess
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