Golden Daughter
“His rays peered through the windows of Lady Hariawan’s chambers but could find no glimpse of the lady herself, secluded away in the deepest shadows. He sought instead the white head of the abbot, who put up his hood and, cursing the brightness, hobbled away to the sanctuary of his prayer chamber where the very orb to whom he allegedly prayed could not find and annoy him.
Thwarted again, Anwar turned his languid golden eye to the face of the girl standing at the infirmary window, and he thou...ght she smiled up at him a smile full of secrets and—sad to witness in one so young—cynical disbelief. Of the wounded man in her care, Anwar could see nothing at all.
He moved on across his sky, blinking slowly whenever clouds should chance to drift across his face. Then he opened wide his great eye and stared. Any observer paying attention (it is amazing how few, even among his worshippers, pay any heed to the Lordly Sun flying in blazing glory overhead) would have thought that he shone a little brighter, that his flames lashed and burned with laughter in a voice indiscernible to mortal ears.MoreLess
Thwarted again, Anwar turned his languid golden eye to the face of the girl standing at the infirmary window, and he thou...ght she smiled up at him a smile full of secrets and—sad to witness in one so young—cynical disbelief. Of the wounded man in her care, Anwar could see nothing at all.
He moved on across his sky, blinking slowly whenever clouds should chance to drift across his face. Then he opened wide his great eye and stared. Any observer paying attention (it is amazing how few, even among his worshippers, pay any heed to the Lordly Sun flying in blazing glory overhead) would have thought that he shone a little brighter, that his flames lashed and burned with laughter in a voice indiscernible to mortal ears.MoreLess
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