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.The second leading rider was an imposing man -- not tall, yet strong andgraceful in his holding.He was covered by a black cloak, with a hood over hishelmet.Still, as his mount ran oddly along, the hood fell back to reveal agolden helmet, ornamented with silver inlays.His mount was not a horse, but agigantic black bear. The lights of the city draw near, Ivona whispered to Willard with a smile,her lips as the reefs of the ocean, and her teeth as the pearls upon theirsurface. Yes, it will be no more than a moment, my lady, the Queen of Saxony, helaughed in his silent fashion, From here, you do the talking.I will sit andlook fierce. Ivona turned her head into the forest, her the green eyes shining in themoonlight.Willard ignored her implied response and continued, Blaine will start downthe passage to the dungeon when we enter the city gates.Once there, we go toGylain s castle. And then? We trust to fate. And God. Yes, of course, he smiled, as if saying a falsehood.He turned to thehorsemen and said loud enough for them to hear, Keep silent, for they willknow your accents. They came to the southern gate of the city.The wall of stone that separatedthe forest and the city was fifty feet tall, a sort of demarcation linebetween civilization and the wilderness.Each rose up to show its full power,and between the two mortal man seemed powerless.The gate was of metal androse a few feet higher than the wall.There was a second gate a dozen yardsafter the first, and the area between the two was walled and covered by twostone towers.Ivona led them directly to the gate and halted, giving theguards a moment to react before Willard blew the horn that announced thequeen s arrival. Halt, who goes there? cried the guards. The Queen of Saxony, Ivona yelled back, her voice a mixture of indignationand surprise that they should question one so great as her.The guards opened the gates without further proof, dispatching a messenger toalert Gylain of his coming guests.The troop rode through the city withoutdelay, with the stiff demeanor of a royal retinue.Willard guided them, havingpassed through the city earlier in the day.Page 106 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlEden was composed of circles of buildings, each forming a complete seal aroundthe park or garden that filled their center.There, the community of thecircle would spend their evenings, in the common yard.At this time, thepopulace was in these yards, and the streets were mostly clear.At times theywere especially narrow -- where the closest edges of the circles came together-- and at others they were almost spacious.On either side of the streets, the buildings rose up for hundreds of feet andblocked the direct moonlight, though there was still an aura of silver thatlit the way.Many of the houses were lit from top to bottom, and most of thestores were still opened, their front rooms almost hanging into thecobblestone streets.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlSome of the city dwellers still walked the streets, passing from one buildingto the next.At some points, there were parks that took up an entire circle.In these, larger gatherings were taking place.At length, they reached the castle quadrant in the heart of the city.Thecastle walls were three hundred feet tall.But the buildings surrounding themwere just as tall, and the castle was not as great as it would have been, ifit had been alone.Most of the buildings around the castle were lit and busy,except a circle of five, adjacent to the drawbridge.These were dark, and itseemed that a cloud hung around them.Ivona glanced over and shuddered at them. The clouds of darkness, she said. I am glad that is not our destination. Let us hope they will be, ere the end has come, Ivona, Willard answered.Two dozen yards separated the buildings from the castle walls, and throughthat space ran a small river.It passed through the commercial section of the city -- including the area bythe rebel s secret entrance --and was used as a canal until it emptied into the Floatings.In this area, itwas diverted from its path to wrap around the castle, partly for defense andpartly for customs.Because the roads in Eden came close together halfwaythrough the circles, large numbers of wagons could not pass through themwithout clogging the traffic.Therefore, it was commonplace for themanufacturers, tradesmen, and artists of the city to place their wares intolarge barrels, and float them down the river to the harbor.There they wereloaded onto ships and sent out into the Floatings, the maritime market.As thecanal passed around the castle, the customs officers had only to stationthemselves on the drawbridge to collect their taxes.Barrel shepherds would guide the barrels with long, wooden poles as theytraveled down the river.This was commonplace, and no one wondered when a herdof barrels floated by, even after the fall of darkness.They stopped in front of the river, waiting for the drawbridge to lower.Asthey stood there, an old, stooped man herded about two dozen barrels pastthem.Half of the barrels were floating heavily in the water -- as if full --and the other half were floating lightly -- as if empty.Ivona and Willardstood directly before the spot the drawbridge would reach the ground.Just asit came down, the old man stopped in front of them, and his barrels came to ahalt under the drawbridge. If the duck quacks, don t blame the chicken, the old man said.Willard scowled at him and said, Begone, old man.The queen cannot bebothered. I m not a quack, the old man winked, And I reckon you are no chicken. Sure enough Willard returned.Then he added, in a voice loud enough to beheard by the castle guards-- and to cover any other sounds, Begone there, poor old barrel shepherd. As you wish, master, the old man muttered [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The second leading rider was an imposing man -- not tall, yet strong andgraceful in his holding.He was covered by a black cloak, with a hood over hishelmet.Still, as his mount ran oddly along, the hood fell back to reveal agolden helmet, ornamented with silver inlays.His mount was not a horse, but agigantic black bear. The lights of the city draw near, Ivona whispered to Willard with a smile,her lips as the reefs of the ocean, and her teeth as the pearls upon theirsurface. Yes, it will be no more than a moment, my lady, the Queen of Saxony, helaughed in his silent fashion, From here, you do the talking.I will sit andlook fierce. Ivona turned her head into the forest, her the green eyes shining in themoonlight.Willard ignored her implied response and continued, Blaine will start downthe passage to the dungeon when we enter the city gates.Once there, we go toGylain s castle. And then? We trust to fate. And God. Yes, of course, he smiled, as if saying a falsehood.He turned to thehorsemen and said loud enough for them to hear, Keep silent, for they willknow your accents. They came to the southern gate of the city.The wall of stone that separatedthe forest and the city was fifty feet tall, a sort of demarcation linebetween civilization and the wilderness.Each rose up to show its full power,and between the two mortal man seemed powerless.The gate was of metal androse a few feet higher than the wall.There was a second gate a dozen yardsafter the first, and the area between the two was walled and covered by twostone towers.Ivona led them directly to the gate and halted, giving theguards a moment to react before Willard blew the horn that announced thequeen s arrival. Halt, who goes there? cried the guards. The Queen of Saxony, Ivona yelled back, her voice a mixture of indignationand surprise that they should question one so great as her.The guards opened the gates without further proof, dispatching a messenger toalert Gylain of his coming guests.The troop rode through the city withoutdelay, with the stiff demeanor of a royal retinue.Willard guided them, havingpassed through the city earlier in the day.Page 106 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlEden was composed of circles of buildings, each forming a complete seal aroundthe park or garden that filled their center.There, the community of thecircle would spend their evenings, in the common yard.At this time, thepopulace was in these yards, and the streets were mostly clear.At times theywere especially narrow -- where the closest edges of the circles came together-- and at others they were almost spacious.On either side of the streets, the buildings rose up for hundreds of feet andblocked the direct moonlight, though there was still an aura of silver thatlit the way.Many of the houses were lit from top to bottom, and most of thestores were still opened, their front rooms almost hanging into thecobblestone streets.Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlSome of the city dwellers still walked the streets, passing from one buildingto the next.At some points, there were parks that took up an entire circle.In these, larger gatherings were taking place.At length, they reached the castle quadrant in the heart of the city.Thecastle walls were three hundred feet tall.But the buildings surrounding themwere just as tall, and the castle was not as great as it would have been, ifit had been alone.Most of the buildings around the castle were lit and busy,except a circle of five, adjacent to the drawbridge.These were dark, and itseemed that a cloud hung around them.Ivona glanced over and shuddered at them. The clouds of darkness, she said. I am glad that is not our destination. Let us hope they will be, ere the end has come, Ivona, Willard answered.Two dozen yards separated the buildings from the castle walls, and throughthat space ran a small river.It passed through the commercial section of the city -- including the area bythe rebel s secret entrance --and was used as a canal until it emptied into the Floatings.In this area, itwas diverted from its path to wrap around the castle, partly for defense andpartly for customs.Because the roads in Eden came close together halfwaythrough the circles, large numbers of wagons could not pass through themwithout clogging the traffic.Therefore, it was commonplace for themanufacturers, tradesmen, and artists of the city to place their wares intolarge barrels, and float them down the river to the harbor.There they wereloaded onto ships and sent out into the Floatings, the maritime market.As thecanal passed around the castle, the customs officers had only to stationthemselves on the drawbridge to collect their taxes.Barrel shepherds would guide the barrels with long, wooden poles as theytraveled down the river.This was commonplace, and no one wondered when a herdof barrels floated by, even after the fall of darkness.They stopped in front of the river, waiting for the drawbridge to lower.Asthey stood there, an old, stooped man herded about two dozen barrels pastthem.Half of the barrels were floating heavily in the water -- as if full --and the other half were floating lightly -- as if empty.Ivona and Willardstood directly before the spot the drawbridge would reach the ground.Just asit came down, the old man stopped in front of them, and his barrels came to ahalt under the drawbridge. If the duck quacks, don t blame the chicken, the old man said.Willard scowled at him and said, Begone, old man.The queen cannot bebothered. I m not a quack, the old man winked, And I reckon you are no chicken. Sure enough Willard returned.Then he added, in a voice loud enough to beheard by the castle guards-- and to cover any other sounds, Begone there, poor old barrel shepherd. As you wish, master, the old man muttered [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]