Solstice At Stonewylde
“The circus of joy and celebration had become a carousel of darkness and death. Painted emblems of the dead danced and flickered on each great stone, lit from beneath by flaming torches. On the beaten earth floor the lines of the labyrinth were defined with black stones and candles in red glass jars, glimmering like tiny pools of blood to mark the sacred path. In the centre of this Stone Labyrinth rose a flat-topped pyre, a raft of death large enough to consume several corpses.
The first bearer ...dragged his sled under the elder arch, brushing beneath the hanging feathers and bones. The black-robed figure and his white-tuniced burden stepped onto the path of the labyrinth and the Dance of Death began. Yul knew that the pattern itself marked the dance, and led the dancer by twists and turns into the Realm of the Otherworld. Tonight at Samhain, with the veil between the worlds so thin, the dead would be visible. Echoing around the arena, the drums were like heartbeats thudding out their final rhythm and a lone voice chanted eerily in a song for the dead.MoreLess
The first bearer ...dragged his sled under the elder arch, brushing beneath the hanging feathers and bones. The black-robed figure and his white-tuniced burden stepped onto the path of the labyrinth and the Dance of Death began. Yul knew that the pattern itself marked the dance, and led the dancer by twists and turns into the Realm of the Otherworld. Tonight at Samhain, with the veil between the worlds so thin, the dead would be visible. Echoing around the arena, the drums were like heartbeats thudding out their final rhythm and a lone voice chanted eerily in a song for the dead.MoreLess
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