The book of the Lion
The book of the Lion
“I did not know where I was. The pallet straw crackled under me, the floor lifting gently, falling.
I had thought I was a boy again, my father out tending the goat, my mother bustling, feeding twigs to the fire. My early childhood had been filled with the bright perfume of stave sap.
On deck I hurried from side to side, drinking in the sunlight. The bright penny of light in the sky was not its ordinary gold—it was blue, like the finest beaten silver. I laughed—the sea was furnished with islands,... far-off hills that rose up out of the gentle carpet of the water.
It was as though a hand had set them out, arranged them all for a story lesson, like the sacred plays Father Joseph arranged, the Three Kings traveling from the East to kneel before Our Lord. A distant boat drifted like a gnat in a currentless, glassy patch of sea. Even at the distance I could make out the gauzy brown hand of the net reaching, falling, vanishing into the deep.
The livestock enclosures had been re-pegged and lashed, and Winter Star whinnied at the sight of me, accepting the feedbag eagerly.MoreLess
I had thought I was a boy again, my father out tending the goat, my mother bustling, feeding twigs to the fire. My early childhood had been filled with the bright perfume of stave sap.
On deck I hurried from side to side, drinking in the sunlight. The bright penny of light in the sky was not its ordinary gold—it was blue, like the finest beaten silver. I laughed—the sea was furnished with islands,... far-off hills that rose up out of the gentle carpet of the water.
It was as though a hand had set them out, arranged them all for a story lesson, like the sacred plays Father Joseph arranged, the Three Kings traveling from the East to kneel before Our Lord. A distant boat drifted like a gnat in a currentless, glassy patch of sea. Even at the distance I could make out the gauzy brown hand of the net reaching, falling, vanishing into the deep.
The livestock enclosures had been re-pegged and lashed, and Winter Star whinnied at the sight of me, accepting the feedbag eagerly.MoreLess
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