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.His mother's screamshad ceased.Then came the frightening moment when Alfred knew that he wasPage 31 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlnext, when he feared that they must see him, that he must be as highly visibleas the bright red blood clotting the matted leaves on the ground.But thesnogs were weary of their sport.Hunger and lust to kill both satisfied, theymoved off, leaving Alfred alone in the brush.He lay hidden a long time, near the bodies of his parents.The carrion beastsarrived to take their share of the spoils.He was afraid to stay, afraid toleave, and he couldn't help whimpering, if only to hear the sound of his ownvoice and know that he was alive.And then two men were there, beside him,peering down at him, and he was startled for he hadn't heard them glidingthrough the brush, moving more silently than the wind.The men discussed him, as if he weren't there.They eyed the bodies of hisparents coldly, spoke of them without sympathy.The men were not cruel, onlycallous, as if they'd seen murder done all too many times before and the sightcould no longer shock them.One of them reached down into the brush, draggedAlfred to his feet.They marched him over to stand beside the bodies of hisbutchered parents."Look at that," the man told Alfred, holding the boy by the scruff of his neckand forcing him to stare at the gruesome sight."Remember it.And rememberthis.It wasn't snogs that killed your father and mother.It was those who putus in this prison and left us to die.Who are they, boy? Do you know?" Theman's fingers dug painfully into Alfred's flesh."The Sartan," Alfred heard himself answer and he knew then that he was Sartanand that he'd just killed those who had given him birth."Repeat it!" the man ordered him."The Sartan!" Alfred cried, and he wept."Right.Never forget that, boy.Never forget."*Haplo fell into darkness, cursing, fighting, struggling to retainconsciousness.His mind rebelled against him, dragged him under for his owngood.He caught a glimpse of a light, as he seemed to be receding farther andfarther away, and he exerted every ounce of his being to reach that light.Hemade it.The falling sensation ended, all the strange sensations ended and he wasfilled with a vast sense of peace.He was lying on his back and it seemed tohim that he had just awakened from a deep and restful slumber lit by beautifuldreams.He was in no hurry to rouse himself, but lay still, enjoying slippinginto and out of sleep, listening to a sweet music in his mind.At length, heknew himself to be fully awake and he opened his eyes.He lay in a crypt.He was startled, at first, but not frightened, as if heknew where he was but had forgotten and now that he remembered, everything wasall right.He felt a sense of excitement and breathless anticipation.Something that he'd been waiting for a long time was about to happen.Hewondered how to get out of the crypt, but knew the answer immediately when heasked himself the question.The crypt would open at his command.Lying back restfully, Haplo glanced down at his body and was to see himself instrange clothes long white robes.And he with a pang of terror, that the runestattooed on his hands and were gone! And with the runes, his magic.He washelpless, helpless as a mensch!But the knowledge came to him instantly, almost making him laugh at his ownsimplicity, that he wasn't powerless.He possessed the magic - but it wasinside him, not outside.Experimentally, he lifted his hand and examined it.The hand was slender and delicate.It traced a rune in the air and, at thesame time, sang the rune to the a&pie door of his crystal crypt opened.Haplo sat up and swung his legs over the side.He jumped Hghny down to thefloor; his body tingled all over with the unaccustomed exertion.Turning, helooked back into the crystalline surface of the empty crypt and experienced aprofound shock.He was looking at his own reflection, but his face didn't lookback.Alfred's did.He was Alfred!Page 32 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHaplo staggered, physically jolted by the knowledge.Of course, that explainedthe absence of runes on his skin.The Sartan magic worked from within towithout, whereas Patryn magic worked from without to within.Confused, Haplo looked from his own empty crypt to one located next to his.Hesaw in it a woman, young, lovely, her face calm and tranquil in repose.Looking at the woman, Haplo felt a warmth Wdl up inside him and he knew heloved her, knew he had loved her a long, long time.He moved over to her cryptand rested his hands upon the chill crystal.He gazed at her fondly, tracingevery line of that (flowed face.|j|i1\nna," he whispered, and caressed the crystal with his hands.A chillstole through Haplo, freezing his heart.The woman isn't breathing.He couldsee clearly through the glass tomb that it supposed to have been a tomb butonly a cocoon, a resting until it was time for them to emerge and take overtheir duties.She wasn't breathing!Admittedly, the magical stasis slowed the body's functions, watched the womananxiously, willing the fabric across her to move, willing the eyelids toflicker.He waited and watched, pressed against the glass for hours, waiteduntil his strength out, and he crumbled to the floor.And then, lying on thefloor, he lifted his hand and stared at it again.He noticed now what he hadnot before.The hand was slender and delicate, but it was aged, wrinkled.Blueveins stood out clearly.Dragging himself to his feet, he stared into thecrystal of the crypt and he saw his face."I am old," he whispered, reaching out to touch the reflection that, when hehad gone to sleep, had been bright with youth and alive with eager promise.Now it was aged, skin flabby and sagging, his head bare, the fringe of hairaround the ears whitish gray."I am old," he repeated, feeling panic surge through him."I am old! I haveaged! And it takes a long, long time for a Sartan to age! But not her! She isnot old." He stared back into her crypt.No, she was no older than heremembered her.Which meant she had not aged.Which meant she was."No!" Haplo cried, clutching at the crystal sides as if he would tear themapart, his fingers sliding down ineffectually."No! Not dead! Not her dead andme alive! Not me alive and.and."He stepped back, looking around him, looking into the other crypts.Each oneof them, except his, held a body.Inside each was a friend, a comrade, abrother, a sister.Those who were to come back to this world with him when itwas time, come back to continue the work.There was so much to do! He ran toanother crypt."Ivor!" he called, pounding on the crystal sides with his fingers.But the manlay unmoving, unresponsive [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.His mother's screamshad ceased.Then came the frightening moment when Alfred knew that he wasPage 31 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlnext, when he feared that they must see him, that he must be as highly visibleas the bright red blood clotting the matted leaves on the ground.But thesnogs were weary of their sport.Hunger and lust to kill both satisfied, theymoved off, leaving Alfred alone in the brush.He lay hidden a long time, near the bodies of his parents.The carrion beastsarrived to take their share of the spoils.He was afraid to stay, afraid toleave, and he couldn't help whimpering, if only to hear the sound of his ownvoice and know that he was alive.And then two men were there, beside him,peering down at him, and he was startled for he hadn't heard them glidingthrough the brush, moving more silently than the wind.The men discussed him, as if he weren't there.They eyed the bodies of hisparents coldly, spoke of them without sympathy.The men were not cruel, onlycallous, as if they'd seen murder done all too many times before and the sightcould no longer shock them.One of them reached down into the brush, draggedAlfred to his feet.They marched him over to stand beside the bodies of hisbutchered parents."Look at that," the man told Alfred, holding the boy by the scruff of his neckand forcing him to stare at the gruesome sight."Remember it.And rememberthis.It wasn't snogs that killed your father and mother.It was those who putus in this prison and left us to die.Who are they, boy? Do you know?" Theman's fingers dug painfully into Alfred's flesh."The Sartan," Alfred heard himself answer and he knew then that he was Sartanand that he'd just killed those who had given him birth."Repeat it!" the man ordered him."The Sartan!" Alfred cried, and he wept."Right.Never forget that, boy.Never forget."*Haplo fell into darkness, cursing, fighting, struggling to retainconsciousness.His mind rebelled against him, dragged him under for his owngood.He caught a glimpse of a light, as he seemed to be receding farther andfarther away, and he exerted every ounce of his being to reach that light.Hemade it.The falling sensation ended, all the strange sensations ended and he wasfilled with a vast sense of peace.He was lying on his back and it seemed tohim that he had just awakened from a deep and restful slumber lit by beautifuldreams.He was in no hurry to rouse himself, but lay still, enjoying slippinginto and out of sleep, listening to a sweet music in his mind.At length, heknew himself to be fully awake and he opened his eyes.He lay in a crypt.He was startled, at first, but not frightened, as if heknew where he was but had forgotten and now that he remembered, everything wasall right.He felt a sense of excitement and breathless anticipation.Something that he'd been waiting for a long time was about to happen.Hewondered how to get out of the crypt, but knew the answer immediately when heasked himself the question.The crypt would open at his command.Lying back restfully, Haplo glanced down at his body and was to see himself instrange clothes long white robes.And he with a pang of terror, that the runestattooed on his hands and were gone! And with the runes, his magic.He washelpless, helpless as a mensch!But the knowledge came to him instantly, almost making him laugh at his ownsimplicity, that he wasn't powerless.He possessed the magic - but it wasinside him, not outside.Experimentally, he lifted his hand and examined it.The hand was slender and delicate.It traced a rune in the air and, at thesame time, sang the rune to the a&pie door of his crystal crypt opened.Haplo sat up and swung his legs over the side.He jumped Hghny down to thefloor; his body tingled all over with the unaccustomed exertion.Turning, helooked back into the crystalline surface of the empty crypt and experienced aprofound shock.He was looking at his own reflection, but his face didn't lookback.Alfred's did.He was Alfred!Page 32 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHaplo staggered, physically jolted by the knowledge.Of course, that explainedthe absence of runes on his skin.The Sartan magic worked from within towithout, whereas Patryn magic worked from without to within.Confused, Haplo looked from his own empty crypt to one located next to his.Hesaw in it a woman, young, lovely, her face calm and tranquil in repose.Looking at the woman, Haplo felt a warmth Wdl up inside him and he knew heloved her, knew he had loved her a long, long time.He moved over to her cryptand rested his hands upon the chill crystal.He gazed at her fondly, tracingevery line of that (flowed face.|j|i1\nna," he whispered, and caressed the crystal with his hands.A chillstole through Haplo, freezing his heart.The woman isn't breathing.He couldsee clearly through the glass tomb that it supposed to have been a tomb butonly a cocoon, a resting until it was time for them to emerge and take overtheir duties.She wasn't breathing!Admittedly, the magical stasis slowed the body's functions, watched the womananxiously, willing the fabric across her to move, willing the eyelids toflicker.He waited and watched, pressed against the glass for hours, waiteduntil his strength out, and he crumbled to the floor.And then, lying on thefloor, he lifted his hand and stared at it again.He noticed now what he hadnot before.The hand was slender and delicate, but it was aged, wrinkled.Blueveins stood out clearly.Dragging himself to his feet, he stared into thecrystal of the crypt and he saw his face."I am old," he whispered, reaching out to touch the reflection that, when hehad gone to sleep, had been bright with youth and alive with eager promise.Now it was aged, skin flabby and sagging, his head bare, the fringe of hairaround the ears whitish gray."I am old," he repeated, feeling panic surge through him."I am old! I haveaged! And it takes a long, long time for a Sartan to age! But not her! She isnot old." He stared back into her crypt.No, she was no older than heremembered her.Which meant she had not aged.Which meant she was."No!" Haplo cried, clutching at the crystal sides as if he would tear themapart, his fingers sliding down ineffectually."No! Not dead! Not her dead andme alive! Not me alive and.and."He stepped back, looking around him, looking into the other crypts.Each oneof them, except his, held a body.Inside each was a friend, a comrade, abrother, a sister.Those who were to come back to this world with him when itwas time, come back to continue the work.There was so much to do! He ran toanother crypt."Ivor!" he called, pounding on the crystal sides with his fingers.But the manlay unmoving, unresponsive [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]