Passage and Piece - an SRL Phrase Game

[Tegid]

He feared to say what I already knew: my eyes were ruined. Since Meldron's cruel stroke, I had seen neither spark nor blush of light. Brightness of sun and darkness of night was all the same to me. I would never see again.

We stayed two days in a grassy dell, resting, conserving our strength. We ate the roots of water plants that grew in the river, and kindled warm fires from fallen branches fetched from the surrounding wood. Thus refreshed, we moved on, following the river, as it seemed good to me. Day by day, as we walked, I instructed my amiable companion in the lore of wood, field, and forest. Llew welcomed the distraction from his pain which my teaching provided, and he showed himself a quick and able student. He remembered all I told him, and often engaged me in closely reasoned discussions concerning one small detail or another. I had only to tell him a thing once and it was his.

-- ( The Silver Hand )

[DanTheMan]

At these words, the maiden lifted her hand and withdrew the cloth from the vessel on the tray. Instantly, the vessel shone forth with the brightness of the noontide sun, casting a dazzling light all around. I could not bear it, and threw my hands over my eyes.

-- ( Arthur )

[Tegid]

It is ever the Lord's good pleasure to hide his most precious gifts in the most unlikely places -- earthen vessels hold the rarest treasure of all. Though I have enjoyed many and many a song raised by some of the best voices in the world, I never heard anything to match the sound that issued from old Scop's throat. It was not beautiful, never that; but it was true. And in its truth was a beauty surpassing that of all the golden ornaments Lord Yellow Hair had bestowed.

-- ( Byzantium )

[DanTheMan]

In truth, it came to this: they would in no wise hold a woman sovereign over them.
Oh, she fought valiantly. She was ever more than a match for any adversary. But a monarch cannot rule where there is no faith.

-- ( Arthur )

[Tegid]

Lifting the bowl to his mouth, Justin spooned down the broth. I gaped in disbelief. "You are not eating, Aidan," he observed over the top of the bowl. "Do you not like the soup?"
"It is not for lack of an appetite that I refrain," I retorted sharply. "I am aghast at the callous way in which you defame the Holy Emperor. I am appalled at the facile way in which you repeat vilest slander. Even if the smallest crumb of what you say is true, it should move us to pray pardon and forgiveness for our fallen sovereign, rather than to repeat malicious gossip."

-- ( Byzantium )

[DanTheMan]

Slowly, the golden eyes opened, and Calum saw in them a strange excitement that both stirred him and chilled him to the marrow. "Forgive me," the white-haired old man breathed softly. "I was remembering another day a long time ago."

-- (Avalon)

[Tegid]

I could not understand the words, which were sung in the thick unlovely speech of the Danefolk; but the broad sense of his utterance I perceived as well as my own mind, for the expressions of both his voice and countenance were miracles of transformation. He sang deeds of valour, and the very blood stirred within me and I yearned to feel strong steel against my hip and thigh. When the song became joyful, he beamed forth with a radiance unknown to any save those who behold Sweet Jesu in beatific visions. When the song grew plaintive, sorrow crushed him down with such a weight I feared he would perish; tears streamed freely down the upturned faces of his listeners, and, may Christ have mercy, I wept, too.

-- ( Byzantium )

[cree8ivone]

He knew then that the boy would live and not die. The miracle was complete.

-- (Dream Thief)

[Tegid]

My mind sped along this path like a spear flying to its mark. In Llew the three strands came together; Llew, the knot of contention. He was the vessel into which the essence of Albion had been poured.

Ah, but the vessel was damaged, disfigured. He could not exercise the kingship that had been given him. And that was the heart of the enigma:

King and not king, bard and not bard, Llew ruled -- yet refused to rule -- a tribe which was not a tribe but a gathering of separate clans, forming a realm that was not a realm at all. The paradox was complete. If there was a meaning behind it, that meaning was impenetrable.

-- ( The Silver Hand )

[cree8ivone]

He tossed back the contents of the crystal glass, and quickly poured himself another -- pouring rather more that he'd planned, but what the hell? It wasn't as if he had a country to run anymore. The way things were going, he'd be lucky to hold on to his own parliamentary seat. He took a long pull on his drink and shoved the half-empty bottle aside; he walked the few paces to his chair and collapsed.

-- (Avalon)

[Tegid]

"I'm here, Gita. Now, we're going to move together," soothed Spence when he came within two paces. A sound like a sob drifted back to him from the Indian's throat. Spence realized it was the beginning of the Lord's Prayer repeated rapidly over and over. "I want you to start moving again, Gita. Ready? Move when I tell you. We'll go together. Left hand first. Okay. Move."

-- ( Dream Thief )

[cree8ivone]

Yarden had spent the night thinking, praying, searching for answers inside herself. There was so much to think about, to sort out, to find answers for. The familiar posture of meditation comforted her, made her feel as if she was in control once more -- although, as she well knew, her life was out of control, careening for a crash.

-- ( The Seige of Dome )

[Tegid]

Coming to himself once more, he retrieved the bottle from the bucket and ceremoniously emptied the remains of the bottle into his glass, spilling most of it over the tablecloth. He then turned and heaved the empty bottle over the balcony. From the satisfying crash that followed, he guessed he had hit his new Alpha Remeo Spider in the driveway below.

-- ( Avalon )

[karenee]

Yarden closed her eyes once more and began to move, forcing herself not to think about anything. Instead, she willed her consciousness into the music, emptied herself into it, let it cover her and pull her along in its smooth, gently unfolding rhythms. - Siege of Dome

[Tegid]

One night, I awakened to a small scraping sound. I disregarded it at first, thinking it was nothing more than the gnawing of the rats which had taken over the caer. But I gradually perceived that the slow scrape-scrape-scrape had a definite rhythm.
Someone was digging.
I waited, listening in the darkness. The sound grew louder, and I ventured speaking to the digger. "Who is it?" I asked, hardly daring to raise my voice above a whisper.
Llew was asleep. But he stirred when I spoke. "Tegid? What is it?" he said, rolling onto his knees.
"Shh! Listen!"

-- ( The Silver Hand )