Date: 2010-12-26 08:22 pm (UTC)
"Maybe a day?" and-- no, dammit, from the first I felt anything it felt old. Light rising and falling, time gone past. Consider Verdi, mouth drawing down. Damn gods. If she's done this afore and's saving up time of her death to have it all spilling out now or some ragged nonsense, I'm after being bloody annoyed.

Lucien waves at something behind me and I glance over, straighten and go sit down. Suppose this is only going to get worse with time, and hope this summer's quieter than the last. His time for seeing Lannie's close to a match for mine, I think. And let him set it out, think he'll have a gentler touch than me. Trying to recall what I know of minding the dead in Verdi's tradition. Fire and ships and maybe cairns...

"But look at her!" and Lannie's weeping. "I didn't... I couldn't...." All the world falling to pieces. Damn gods.

"If you used her knife, you maybe could," I say, thinking of the ice-slick cut and trying to help. "Know that when she took after Tez with it and he tried gutting himself, she was worried it might actually matter. Could see it being a thing that'd kill a god."
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