Golden Lion
“The old grey-beard’s fingers caressed the strings of his instrument, knuckles and sinews warming to their task, reminding themselves of the joy of coaxing music from that smooth-curved figure-eight–shaped body of cypress and cedar. He eased into the tune in his own time, like a lady lowering herself into a hot bath, plucking the strings so that they sang their sweet, soft song.
Hal also let himself merge with the melody, his muscles gathering their strength, his mind striving to forget the humi...liation of what he was being forced to do. The only thing that mattered was Judith. All he had to do was survive.
Heel and toe, heel and toe, his hands clasped behind his back as his feet marked out the steps, laying claim to that small piece of the Madre de Deus’s deck. Again and again his bare soles landed softly on the planks, beginning to pick up speed as Fernandes let the music gather itself, like a captain hoisting his sails to the wind.
Hal supposed he had the advantage of at least being familiar with the tune, whereas he doubted the African had ever laid eyes on any instrument resembling the viola da mano.MoreLess
Hal also let himself merge with the melody, his muscles gathering their strength, his mind striving to forget the humi...liation of what he was being forced to do. The only thing that mattered was Judith. All he had to do was survive.
Heel and toe, heel and toe, his hands clasped behind his back as his feet marked out the steps, laying claim to that small piece of the Madre de Deus’s deck. Again and again his bare soles landed softly on the planks, beginning to pick up speed as Fernandes let the music gather itself, like a captain hoisting his sails to the wind.
Hal supposed he had the advantage of at least being familiar with the tune, whereas he doubted the African had ever laid eyes on any instrument resembling the viola da mano.MoreLess
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