Thursday, 12 July 2018
Ebony and Ice (I)
Once upon a time a haughty Shahir princess challenged whimsically her trusty devoted lover on asking him a riddle which the selfsame fennec God had whispered to her during her solitary worship beyond the Mystery´s Gate.
“Wherein lie both ebony and ice?” the tall grey-eyed princess asked.
Her lover´s name is not remembered. A thick wall of oblivion was cast into since, although his sad journey still remains.
He was not a knowledgeable man and neither the age-old litanies nor the arcane cult the princess was keen on said aught to him. He couldn´t see through the book-lore. He could only go by his sweetheart´s shining pupils. So he moved away in quest of an answer.
He rode along the Valley of the Damned mumbling the question, as if afraid of forgetting it. Loneliness was his companion among the dead warriors´ olde-worlde undecayed bones. He had to hand over his well-beloved stallion to its hovering spirits to get away with it in the ends of the valley. The skulls did not answer him.
Then he faced the grim Sacrifice´s Cliff which teemed with fearful inhuman dwellers full of charnel longing for whatsoever they find. He could scarcely avoid them while climbing up. He was never going to know the answer hither.