Passage and Piece - an SRL Phrase Game

[Tegid]

"We have found the Phantarch," Tegid said, his voice a choked whisper. I turned to where he pointed with the torch to the crude grave mound. "Cold as the stone that covers him. The Banfaith was right: the Phantarch is dead. And all hope with him. There is nothing for us here." -- ( The Paradise War )

(Thanks for helping out here, dinadan! I know you aren't a word-games visitor. I think you'll find this thread a little different, though, and I hope you come back!)

[cree8ivone]

As I stand puzzling over the nature of the object I have found, I hear the whoosh of air, great volumes of air moving, yet I feel not the slightest movement on my skin. Sweat breaks out on my forehead. - (The Iron Lance)

[Tegid]

He stood before me and drew the bronze-mailed glove from his left hand, then slowly raised it to his forehead, palm outward. It was a bardic gesture -- I had seen Tegid do it many times -- but as he turned his hand I saw on the palm, carved into the very flesh, the image of an eye. -- ( The Endless Knot )

[dinadan]

"Elphin took the torc and held it in his hands, brushing away the clinging soil. It was as thick as three braided chains, and on the ends were the carved heads of animals: a bull on the right, and a bear on the left." - Taliesin

[Tegid]

"Drusilla," I said, "I'm going to climb up to the road. I need you to help me."
She looked at me sadly and shook her head again. The resignation in her expression angered me.
"Why not?" I demanded. "We have to try at least."
Without a word she stretched out one leg to reveal an iron shackle tight around her skinny ankle. Glancing quickly down at my own feet, I saw that I was shackled, too. Cold, hard drops of sweat stood out on my throbbing temples as I beheld the iron rings and chain.
-- ( Patrick )

[dinadan]

So, he lurched off once more, climbing up the passageway. Not more than a few meters up, the tunnel ended and he stepped into a vast underground cavity of enormous proportions. - Dream Thief

[Tegid]

I threw it so hard that the jagged rock shattered. Sparks flew from the fractured stone, and all at once the entire chamber exploded with a dazzling light. In that splintered instant, I heard the most incredible sound.
It had a musical quality -- like that of a tuned harp struck by the bard's skillful hand. As if an unseen hand had plucked a triumphant chord, the last strain of a joyous song that swelled the heart to hear it. The wondrous sound filled the chamber, rising and skirling and penetrating every crack and fissure, every crevice and corner of the underground caverns, reverbrating in the very rocks themselves. The crystals in the walls of the chamber began to glow with a rich and steady light, as if kindled from the sparks of that fractured rock. -- ( The Paradise War )

[dinadan]

There was entertainment after the meal: a swarming army of musicians performed traditional songs while a chorus sang. Charis was certain she had entered a dream. The resplendent hall, the dignified guests, the formal music welling up and up, and the imperial presence of the High King--all combined to give the banquet a dreamlike quality. So much so that Charis was surprised and distinctly disappointed when it came time to leave. - Taliesin

[DanTheMan]

In this way he learned how affairs stood in Armorica, so that we should not be surprised at our reception there. - Arthur

[Tegid]

He seemed genuinely keen to have me master the brain-boggling intricacies of his speech, not merely salt away the odd word or phrase. And as soon as I gained a tentative foothold on a lower rung, Tegid was there, poking and prodding me to higher, more complex and sophisticated achievement.
Under such intense and imaginative instruction, I came to a flirting familiarity with what the bards called Moddion-o-Gair -- the Way of Words. And, as I learned, I began to see the world around me more clearly. -- ( The Paradise War )

[DanTheMan]

"Are you so powerful?" It was a strange question. And it came to me that Aelle was genuinely confused. He did not know what to make of Arthur.
I began to see the matter through his eyes. Here was a British lord who rode to meet a host many times larger with only a small force, unarmed, and offering peace - it was madness, surely.

[Tegid]

Brocmal pushed Dugal aside and knelt over his friend. "I told you to be careful," he said sharply. "I warned you."
"Sure, it is not his fault. The path was very slippery," Dugal observed.
Brocmal whirled on him. "You!" he shouted. "You did this!"
To his credit, the big monk let the remark pass. "I tried to help him," he replied simply.
"You pushed him!"
"He pulled away."
"Peace, brothers!" rasped the abbot, stepping in quickly. He knelt over the fallen Libir.

-- ( Byzantium )

[DanTheMan]

We spent a long, cold night together, Arthur and I. I slept somewhat, huddled in my cloak. Arthur knelt before the altar of the little round building, head bowed down, hands crossed over his chest. (Arthur)

[Tegid]

Dugal saw me. Smiling a sly, self-satisfied smile, he welcomed me as I fell into step beside him. "You never thought I would let you leave without saying farewell, brother?"
"The thought never crossed my mind, Dugal," I lied. "Why did you not tell me?"
"I thought it better this way," he replied, the sly smile reappearing. "Cellach was more than happy to let me come along. Someone must bring the wagon back after all."

-- ( Byzantium )

[dgan]

"Llew! Will you leave your bard behind?"

"I would go with a better heart if you went with me," I answered. "But I will think no ill if you stay behind."

A moment later he stood beside me. "We go together, brother."

- ( Endless Knot )

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