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суббота, 13 апреля 2013

11:41

Андекондор

I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain and make myself a king.

One day, in the year of the fox

Came a time remembered well,

When the strong young man of the rising sun

Heard the tolling of the great black bell.

14 years

One day in the year of the fox,

When the bell began to ring,

It meant the time had come for one to go

To the temple of the king.

Go and find your hound

There in the middle of the circle he stands,

Searching, seeking.

With just one touch of his trembling hand,

The answer will be found.

Daylight waits while the old man sings,

Heaven help me!

The circle of the Giant's Dance«I walked up alone that same evening. The hillside was alive with the bustle and roar, familiar to me from Kaerconan, of the aftermath of battle. But when I passed the wall that hedged the holy place, and came out towards the crest of the hill, it was like leaving a bustling hall for the quiet of some tower room upstairs. Sounds fell away below the walls, and as I walked up through the long summer grass, there was almost silence, and I was alone.
A round moon stood low in the sky, pale still, and smudged with shadow, and thin at one edge like a worn coin. There was a scatter of small stars, with here and there the shepherd stars herding them, and across from the moon one great star alone, burning white. The shadows were long and soft on the seeding grasses.
A tall stone stood alone, leaning a little towards the east. A little further was a pit, and beyond that again a round boulder that looked black in the moonlight. There was something here. I paused. Nothing I could put a name to, but the old, black stone itself might have been some dark creature hunched there over the pit's edge. I felt the shiver run over my skin, and turned away. This, I would not disturb.
The moon climbed with me, and as I entered the circle she lifted her white disc over the cap-stones and shone clear into the center of the ring. My footsteps crunched, dry and brittle, over a patch of ground where fires had recently been lit. I saw the white shapes of bones, and a flat stone shaped like an altar. The moonlight showed carving on one side, crude shapes twisted, of ropes or serpents. I stooped to run a finger over them. Nearby a mouse rustled and squeaked in the grass. No other sound. The thing was clean, dead, godless. I left it, moving on slowly through the moonthrown shadows. There was another stone, domed like a beehive, or a navel-stone. And here an upright fallen, with the long grass almost hiding it. As I passed it, searching still, a ripple of breeze ran through the grasses, blurring the shadows and dimming the light like mist. I caught my foot on something, staggered, and came down to my knees at the end of a long flat stone which lay almost hidden in the grass. My hands moved over it. It was massive, oblong, uncarved, simply a great natural stone on to which now the moonlight poured. It hardly needed the cold at my hands, the hiss of the bleached grasses under the sudden run of wind, the scent of daisies, to tell me that this was the stone. All round me, like dancers drawing back from a center, the silent stones stood black. On one side the white moon, on the other the king-star, burning white. I got slowly to my feet and stood there at the foot of the long stone, as one might stand at the foot of a bed, waiting for the man in it to die.»
The Crystal Cave

Far from the circle, at the edge of the world,

He's hoping, wondering.

Thinking back on the stories he's heard of

What he's going to see.

There, in the middle of a circle it lies.

Heaven help me!

Then all could see by the shine in his eyes

The answer had been found.

Caliburn

And then like the rush of a thousand wings,

It shines upon the one.

And the day has just begun.

Love-love-love

The most important thing