Silk
“HE was led to one of the last houses in the village, high up, in the shelter of the wood. Five servants awaited him. He entrusted his baggage to them and went out on the veranda. At the opposite end of the village the house of Hara Kei was visible, not much bigger than the other houses, but surrounded by enormous cedars that protected its solitude. Hervé Joncour stood looking at it, as if nothing else existed, from there to the horizon. So he saw, finally, suddenly, the sky above the house stai...ned with the flight of hundreds of birds, as if they had exploded from the earth, birds of every type, astonished, fleeing everywhere, gone wild, singing and shouting, a pyrotechnic burst of wings, a cloud of colours shot into the light, of frightened sounds, music in flight, flying in the sky.MoreLess
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