The Blue Sword
“Shadows drifted across the pale sand, from one shaded hollow to the next clump of dry brush. Almost she could pretend the shadows had direction, intention. It was a game she often played. She ought to be in bed; she heard two o’clock strike. The location and acoustics of the big clock that stood in the front hall were such that it could be heard throughout the large house it presided over—probably even in the servants’ quarters, although she had never had occasion to find out and didn’t quite dare ask. She had often wondered if it was perversity or accident—and for whatever reason, why wasn’t it changed?—that the clock should so be located as to force the knowledge of the passing of time upon everyone in the Residency, every hour of every day. Who would want to know the time when one couldn’t sleep?
She had had insomnia badly when she was fresh from Home. It had never occurred to her that she would not be able to sleep without the sound of the wind through the oak trees outside her be...droom at Home; she had slept admirably aboard the ship, when apprehensions about her future should have been thickest.MoreLess
She had had insomnia badly when she was fresh from Home. It had never occurred to her that she would not be able to sleep without the sound of the wind through the oak trees outside her be...droom at Home; she had slept admirably aboard the ship, when apprehensions about her future should have been thickest.MoreLess
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