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so bright he could see nothing else, and he heard the voices before he saw their source. They were like chimes ringing in a shifting breeze, like glass singing in a fire, like a stream chortling in a carved channel. They were surely the voices of the draconae, and FullSky for a moment could not move or breathe or utter a sound to make his presence known. Nor did he have to. You who have entered, said a voice floating toward him. You are different from those who have tried before. file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20krui...0A.%20Carver%20-%20Parron e%20-%20The%20Dragons.TXT (261 of 441)22-2-2006 1:19:24 Page 158 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruiswijk/Mijn%20d...paar/Jeffre y%20A.%20Carver%20-%20Parrone%20-%20The%20Dragons.TXT Indeed, FullSky whispered. I am a friend. I cannot see you. But if you are the draconae, the dreaming, the singing onesWe areThen-and he paused, barely glimpsing the presence of the others, fluttering in the Dream Mountain's underrealm-then know that I am FullSky, son of Highwing andr SkyTouch, and I am reaching out to you in desperate hope, from the dungeons of the Dark Vale. There was a sound of rushing wind, and another change, not quite instantaneous, more like an eyeblink. He was wafted into a darkness, but a warm darkness-and he felt something stirring near him, the flutter of fragile wings. He felt a breath close, and he glimpsed the movement of pale luminous figures, almost too dim to be seen. Wait, he heard. Chapter 27 THE POOL OF VISIONS THE SWIRLINGsnow was finally abating, the air clearing to reveal a landscape that took Jael's breath away, even through the distortion of the fractured rigger-net. The mountain trail was winding down out of the barren heights toward a glen of some sort; she glimpsed trees rising from the shadows. In the distance an oblate red sun shone over a majestic range of mountains, peaks gleaming with ice and snow, the lower flanks jutting angles of maroon and brown rock. As she descended, ship on her back, she saw clusters of trees below, with burnished purple and gold leaves. She glimpsed a stream tumbling down from a cliff face. Ahead of her, floating down into the glen, was the hazy and ethereal iffling, in the shape of a dragon. Jael felt her spirits lifting. This looked like the sort of place where dragons might gather, and perhaps share word with her of the struggle. But as more of the glen drew into sight, she searched in vain for any sign of dragons, or any animate life other than the iffling. Her spirits sank again. She felt terribly lonely. Ed had not returned from his search for At. Once, she thought she had actually heard At's voice, calling out-not to her, but to Ed-but only once, and then the voice was lost again in the cottony interstices of the damaged net. Jael knew she had to forget At and Ed and put the most urgent tasks before her, and not give in to fear, But her heart ached for the company of her friends. file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20krui...0A.%20Carver%20-%20Parron e%20-%20The%20Dragons.TXT (262 of 441)22-2-2006 1:19:24 file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruiswijk/Mijn%20d...paar/Jeffre y%20A.%20Carver%20-%20Parrone%20-%20The%20Dragons.TXT She was terrified that she had damaged the net irreparably, and that this was where they would all die, uselessly. Words had come back to her from a conversation with Kan-Kon, words she'd not paid much attention to at the time, distracted as she'd been by other thoughts. "From that one's death . . . will the ending be wrought . . ."-words that he seemed not to have understood particularly, but which now made her sick with fear. She longed for Windrush. He could make sense of all this. She desperately wanted to believe that he had heard her call, or somehow sensed her presence. The trail twisted to the left, dropped steeply for a few steps, then bent back the other way and sloped more gently down into the glen. The iffling, ahead of her, was pulsing. It seemed to want her to hurry. She wondered again if she really ought to trust it. But what choice did she [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |