Pagan in Exile (2007)
Pagan in Exile
“Can’t see a thing except that lamp. And there’s another one, way over there. On a table? Yes, on a table. You can just make it out.
Something squashy underfoot. Rushes, I suppose. Very old rushes. Probably haven’t been swept out in centuries. Full of grease, bones, spittle, dog turds. There’s an ominous smell in the air.
Maybe the darkness is a good thing, after all. Maybe I’d rather not see what I’m treading on.
‘Jordan?’ Roland, beside me, peering into the shadows. ‘Jordan? Are you there?’ A ...rustle. A creak.
‘Jordan?’ Something moves beside the table. (It’s getting easier to see, now.) A shape seems to unfold. A hand appears in the lamplight. There’s a glint of gold, and a shuffle of feet. Heavy breathing from out of the gloom.
A voice.
‘I don’t believe it.’ God preserve us. That voice!
‘I don’t believe it. You can’t be Roland. You must be a ghost.’ It’s incredible. I could have sworn – he sounds exactly like Roland. For a moment I thought it was Roland!MoreLess
Something squashy underfoot. Rushes, I suppose. Very old rushes. Probably haven’t been swept out in centuries. Full of grease, bones, spittle, dog turds. There’s an ominous smell in the air.
Maybe the darkness is a good thing, after all. Maybe I’d rather not see what I’m treading on.
‘Jordan?’ Roland, beside me, peering into the shadows. ‘Jordan? Are you there?’ A ...rustle. A creak.
‘Jordan?’ Something moves beside the table. (It’s getting easier to see, now.) A shape seems to unfold. A hand appears in the lamplight. There’s a glint of gold, and a shuffle of feet. Heavy breathing from out of the gloom.
A voice.
‘I don’t believe it.’ God preserve us. That voice!
‘I don’t believe it. You can’t be Roland. You must be a ghost.’ It’s incredible. I could have sworn – he sounds exactly like Roland. For a moment I thought it was Roland!MoreLess
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