The Golden Swan
“We came to the end of forest and onto something different, some sort of upland plateau. From a high, blunt promontory at the edge of it we looked out across a muddle of rocky hills, mostly sheep pasturage, with stone-walled garths on the summits. To me the outlook was bleak. We had not run afoul of brigands, not yet; Dair had seen to that. But we were out of food, and there would be no more wild grapes to eat, and no more deer for Dair’s hunting.
I fingered my modest gold necklace and sighed. By night I could be a prowling wildcat under a full moon, or the wisent with wicked curving horn, or the she-wolf, or even the witch Frain had laughingly accused me of being. But by day I was very much the woman, and I hated to barter away the jewelry my parents had left me. Still, when one is on one’s way to the Source there seems little sense in holding anything back.
“Let us go there,” I said, pointing out the most prosperous-looking garth. We strode off single file down the slope.
We spent th...e night by a warm hearth.MoreLess
I fingered my modest gold necklace and sighed. By night I could be a prowling wildcat under a full moon, or the wisent with wicked curving horn, or the she-wolf, or even the witch Frain had laughingly accused me of being. But by day I was very much the woman, and I hated to barter away the jewelry my parents had left me. Still, when one is on one’s way to the Source there seems little sense in holding anything back.
“Let us go there,” I said, pointing out the most prosperous-looking garth. We strode off single file down the slope.
We spent th...e night by a warm hearth.MoreLess
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