I had washed in a basin of cool fresh water into which
white trumpet flowers had been scattered. The water smelled and felt of
honey and refreshed me greatly after our travels and refreshed my skin.
The day had been hot and there had been no more than an occasional light
lift of breeze.
air now was mellow, finespun as gentled crystal fiber, with that clarity;
it seemed all of the distance made itself known to me, and it was quiet.
hear voices from the nearest tent some meters along the river edge and
farther on laughter from young servants at the water and music began near
the Progenitor's tent. Bells were joined by merry pipes and assorted drums.
I could also hear the vast silence of the land about our encampment and
the whispers of its life. The stiffness left my muscles. The meal brought
to us by blue-eyed servants had been delicious and I found myself smiling
a little as I watched the sun fall near to the horizon and violet shadows
stretch across the land for kilometers.
sat on the floor of the tent where layered padded fabrics had been tossed
each of assorted bright patterns. She gazed before her through the tent's
opening out over the wide land. She had eaten little during the day and
so I did not speak until she had taken all she would of her dinner.
She looked to me at once.