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Post by karenee on Jul 6, 2006 15:43:23 GMT -5
"Love is all, Charis. Remember that."
Charis nodded and buried her face in the hollow of her mother's neck, felt her mother's hands stroking her gently.
"Now then," said Briseis after a moment, "it is time to go. Elaine is to meet us at the entrance to the temple. Are you ready?" --(Taliesin)
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Post by Tegid on Jul 6, 2006 17:58:05 GMT -5
For now, however, he remained content to sleep and eat and recover his strength. Sometimes he would wake to find himself alone, but Angharad always returned by day's end -- often with a fat hare or two slung over her back, and once with half of a small deer, which she hung from an iron hook set in the rock at the entrance to the cave. -- (Hood)
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Post by karenee on Jul 7, 2006 9:46:23 GMT -5
Ianni walked baside Yarden, troubled for her friend, but respectful of Yarden's silence. Her attempts at conversation along the way had elicited only vague, halfhearted responses, and Ianni had given up trying to draw Yarden out and had contented herself with lending comfort by her presence. They stopped at the overlook to take in their first sight of the bay, and Yarden stirred from her reverie. "Oh, that's wonderful," she said reverently.--(The Siege of Dome)
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Post by Tegid on Jul 7, 2006 15:56:32 GMT -5
"Hail, Merlin Embries!" he called from horseback as he rode out to greet us. "Long have I desired to meet you." He leaned from his saddle and gripped my master by the arms in the manner of kinsmen. "Greetings and glad welcome to you. My hearth is yours for as long as you will stay -- and I pray that stay be long."
My master accepted this greeting graciously. "Hail, Lord Ban! We have heard of the hospitality and courtesy of the kings of Armorica. Surely you must stand foremost among them to welcome strangers this way."
This reply pleased Ban enormously. Indeed the Armoricans enjoyed praise and ever sought means to elicit flattering words. "But you are not strangers, my lord," Ban said. "The name of the great Embries is a name of renown and respect among us. You are merely a friend we have not owned the pleasure of meeting until now." -- (Arthur)
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Post by karenee on Jul 8, 2006 8:59:55 GMT -5
My repugnant baptism was far from finished. For I was made to endure the same appaling courtesy at the hands of the entire gathering, as one-by-one each warrior took blood and marked me with it. Some splotched my pale flesh with designs similar to their own, others simply left a handprint. When they had finished, my upper torso was well-nigh covered in congealing blood. Words cannot express the disgust and abhorrence I endured. --(Paradise War)
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Post by Tegid on Jul 8, 2006 14:12:51 GMT -5
Then Bedwyr saw us. "Myrddin! Pelleas!" He hurried to us and hugged us both. "You have come as well. I had not thought to find you all here. Happy I am to see you. Bright spirits bear witness, God is wise and good!"
"Hail, Bedwyr! You look a very prince of Rheged," I told him. It was true. Bedwyr's dark locks were gathered in a thick braid; richly enamelled gold bands glinted at his wrists and arms; his woolen cloak was bright yellow and black, woven in the cunning checked pattern of the north; his soft leather boots, painted with serpentine designs, reached to his knees. In all, he appeared a Celt of old. -- (Arthur)
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Post by karenee on Jul 10, 2006 10:25:01 GMT -5
Those who stood looking on witnessed a strange thing, for it seemed that as Taliesin bent low a shadow swept over him--not an ordinary shadow, but a shadow wrought by the presence of light rather than the absence of it. -(Taliesin)
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Post by Tegid on Jul 10, 2006 14:14:01 GMT -5
The man-at-arms gave a nod, put spurs to his horse, and trotted back down the slope. "This way," said the knight, and they rode down to the fording place, where they dismounted and stretched. After the animals had drunk their fill, the men drank too, removing their round leather caps to lave cool water over their sweating heads. Kneeling in a sunny patch on the bank of the stream, the knight saw a shadow pass over him. -- (Hood)
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Post by karenee on Jul 11, 2006 7:53:35 GMT -5
The barbarians we had engaged on the road had been returning to watch the ford--perhaps to ambush anyone on the trail and prevent them from coming to Custennin's aid. -(Merlin)
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Post by Tegid on Jul 11, 2006 11:47:14 GMT -5
"I despaired, Pelleas. I tell you the truth, I did. I knew all this; I saw it all clearly, but I was powerless to prevent it. Probably I was already too late. My spirit cried within me. I wept for my weakness.
"Yet, by the courage of the Living Light, I gazed into the very shadow of despair, into the black ugly heart of the thing I have hated and feared all my life. And I saw ... this I saw, Pelleas -- glory to the Saving God, I saw that my solitary hope lay in taking the fight to her. I must be the one to confront her." -- (Arthur)
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Post by karenee on Jul 11, 2006 16:59:34 GMT -5
If not for the steadying influence of the battle-seasoned in their ranks, I fear many would have broken and run long before the first blow was struck. As it was, we waited, growing impatient and fearful.
It is never good to keep men waiting to go into battle: doubt gnaws holes in even the strongest resolve, and courage leaks away. But there was no help for it --(Merlin)
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Post by Tegid on Jul 12, 2006 0:14:55 GMT -5
Bran, an arrow already nocked to the string, pressed the bow forward, feeling the tension in his shoulder and back just the way Iwan said he should. "Do not aim the arrow," the older youth had instructed him. "Just think it to the mark. Send it on your thought, and if your thought is true, so, too, will fly the arrow."
Pressing the bow to the limit of his strength, he took a steadying breath and released the string, feeiling the sharp tingle on his fingertips. -- (Hood)
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Post by karenee on Jul 21, 2006 12:50:13 GMT -5
He twisted and twisted, winding and winding until he could twist no more. Then Inchkeith let him stop, and the core was plunged back into the pit of embers and heated to blue-white once more. Then came more twisting and still more. Quentin was exhausted and feeling more so all the time, but the rhythm of the work began to steal over him and he found he entered a free-floating state where he moved in concert with the master armorer's wishes--so much so that he began to feel as if it were Inchkeith's will directing his hands and muscles and not his own.
The braided core was twisted again and again until, by the very tension of its coils, it began to fuse together. - (The Warlords of Nin)
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Post by Tegid on Jul 22, 2006 21:23:11 GMT -5
The blood ran hot in my veins, drumming in my ears, pounding in my temples. My sides ached and my lungs burned. But I struck and struck again and again and again, sword rising and falling in deadly rhythm: falling like judgment from the night-dark sky, falling like doom upon the heads of the unheeding. -- (Arthur)
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Post by karenee on Jul 22, 2006 22:38:02 GMT -5
He picked blindly away with the slow, cushioned movements of the swimmer. He could hear, like the clink of coins struck together, the tap of their tools upon the rock. After but a moment of this exertion Quentin's lungs began to burn, and he reached out to signal to Toli that he was going up for air. - (The Warlords of Nin)
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