3/11/2023 0 Comments Disney words of wonder download![]() WHEN SIMON at last looked up to the source of the new voice, his tearful eyes widened in surprise. The little house crouched as silently and tidily as if nothing had happened. The tiny man was already on the march, climbing back up the hillside above the cottage. He levered the arrow loose from the tree. It was too much effort to not trust, for the moment he no longer had the strength to stay on guard-a part of him wanted only to lie down and quietly die. Mistrustful and wary, Simon nevertheless found himself rising to his feet. The stranger had moved toward him to examine the pale arrow, which stood from the tree trunk near Simon's head like a stiff ghost-branch.Īfter the strangest and most terrible fortnight of his life, and after a particularly bizarre day, it should not have surprised Simon to hear a new and unfamiliar voice speaking to him from the darkness beyond the trees, a voice that was not the Sitha's, and certainly did not come from the woodsman, who lay like a felled tree. Simon wiped his nose on the sleeve of his coarse shirt and hic-coughed. The Fair One winced as the noose pulled tighter, but made no sound. Simon, too numb for fear, worked the nicked blade-edge against the knot behind the Sitha's back. As haltingly as a sleepwalker, Simon picked up the fallen axe and traced the taut rope up from the prisoner to where it wrapped around a high limb of the tree-a limb too high to reach. The snaky tunic was laced with streamers of blood, and the feral eyes were dimmed, as though some internal curtain had rolled down to block the light within. When he was able, he stood and turned to the Sithi-man, who again dangled quietly in the noose. He dropped helplessly to the ground and began to cry-great choking sobs of exhaustion and confusion and total despair. Simon should not have been surprised, but he was. A ribbon of all too human-looking blood dribbled down the slender jaw and neck. The cotsman's first blow went awry, grazing the bony cheek and digging a jagged furrow down the arm of the strange, shiny garment. This timber, though, suddenly heaved, became a struggling, kicking, snarling beast fighting for its life. The woodsman contemptuously turned his back on Simon and moved toward the Sitha, axe raised as though to split timber. I know what these creatures are a-gettin' up to. You're in my bit o' garden, as it were, an' you got no call to be. What he's not is no natural creature, that's sure Get away from here, stranger. ![]()
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