She gazed at him
thoughtful and misty-eyed, wondering.
Chapter 3
Kalus had slept poorly, dreaming of lizards and spiders, and for several
terrifying moments after first awakening, could not determine where the
dreams ended and reality began. Sylviana had watched his troubled
sleep, and tried to wake him gently when his limbs began to tremble.
But the girl, gifted from birth with the power of speech, could not
begin to understand the anguish that a mind without words was subjected
to at such a time. There could be no gentle self-reassurances, no
soothing thoughts or voice of comfort from within. Only her presence,
and the apparent safety of the chamber, helped bring him back slowly
from the wordless world of darkness and terror in which his spirit
seemed to linger. She put a hand to his shoulder but he only pushed it
away, sitting up and looking about him bewilderedly.
Sensing that the time had come for him to be given some answer to his
unspoken questions, the girl tried speaking to him slowly, using the
primitive analogies she hoped he would understand.
'My name is Sylviana,' she began. 'This place you have found
is called Trialis (a purely fictional name, spawned by the need of the
moment). It is a holy place---the temple of our father, the Sun.
Pages:
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25