my ear. “Look at her eyes; look at the skin of her —”
Her skin was white as milk of pearls; gossamer fine, silken and creamy; translucent as though a soft brilliancy dwelt within it. Beside it Ruth’s fair skin was like some sun-and-wind-roughened country lass’s to Titania’s.
She studied us as though she were seeing for the first time beings of her own kind. She spoke — and her voice was elfin distant, chimingly sweet like hidden little golden bells; filled with that Lapsi paidat 2016 tranquil, far off spirit that was part of her — as though indeed a tiny golden chime should ring out from the silences, speak for them, find tongues for them. The words were hesitating, halting as Dame Parajumpers Gobi Parka though the lips that uttered them found speech strange — as strange as the clear eyes found our images.
And the words were Persian — purest, most ancient Persian.
“I am Irland Fodboldtrøjer Norhala,” the golden voice chimed forth, whispered down into silence. “I am Norhala.”
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Something of recognition, of memory, seemed to awaken within her.
“You are — troubled?” she asked with that halting effort.
Ruth shook her head.
“THEY— do not trouble you?”
She pointed to the huddled heaps strewing the hollow. And then I saw whence the light which had streamed from her great eyes came. For the little azure and golden stars paled, trembled, then flashed out like galaxies of tiny, clustered silver suns.
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She pointed where Chiu-Ming lay, a brown blotch at the edge of the shattered men.
“For — him?” There was puzzlement in the faint voice. “For — that? But why?”
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“Now,” she broke the silence, “now something stirs within me that it seems has long been sleeping. It bids me take you with me. Come!”
Abruptly she turned from us, glided to the crevice. We looked at each other, seeking council, decision.
“Chiu-Ming,” Drake spoke. “We can’t leave him like that. At least let’s cover him from the vultures.”
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