![]() ![]() It was a bird, a large one, flying low to the ground as though the first figure was its prey. Tiamak had only a moment to stare after the fleeing form before another dark shape swept past. It was someone running, pale hair streaming, but whoever it was seemed to move as swiftly as a dragonfly, far faster than anyone human should travel. He had been doing just that, dangling his brown feet in the Stefflod despite the chill of water and wind, and was returning to camp a little heartened, when a shape flashed past him. At such times, disturbed by the emptiness of these queer northern surroundings, he would walk down to the river that ran 34 Tad Williams through the middle of the camp to sit and listen to the calming, familiar sounds of the water-world. Of course he was not understood-he was special: what other Wrannaman could speak and read the drylander tongues as he could? But lately, surrounded again by strangers, and with no knowledge of what had happened to his own folk, it filled him with loneliness. To have been marked out for such unusual events was, after all, a sort of repayment for the years of misunderstanding that his own people and the drylanders on Perdruin had shown him. Sometimes there was solace in this thought. The strangest, perhaps, of any they have made for my people since Nuobdig married the Fire Sister. They Who Watch and Shape have indeed made a strange life for me, he often reflected. ![]() But here on (jhe grasslands he felt tremendously exposed and utterly out of place. Even Perdruin, where he had spent time in lonely exile, was so filled with close-leaning walls and narrow pathways, so riddled with shadowy hiding places and blanketed in the salt smell of the sea, that Tiamak had been able to live with his homesickness. Memory Sorrow & Thorn Book 4 To Green Angel Tower, part 2 Tad Williams PART ONE A The Turning WfteeC End of PART ONE Tears and Smoke Ttona^- fowvt the empty treelessness of the High Thrithing oppressive- Kwanitupul was strange, too, but he had been visiting that place since childhood, and its tumbledown buildings and ubiquitous waterways at least reminded him a little of his marshy home. ![]()
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