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Living creatures, if nothing else, have the right to life. “Pandelume, today I have learned that killing is evil, and further that my eyes trick me, and that beauty is where I see only harsh light and evil forms.”įor a period Pandelume maintained a silence then the muffled voice came, replying to the implicit plea for knowledge. “What is your wish?” The voice, mellow and of an illimitable melancholy, came from beyond the wall. She pushed open the door and came into a high-ceilinged room, bare except for a padded settee, a dim tapestry. Presently there was a muffled answer: “Enter.” She pulled at the tongue and inside a bell tolled. She dismounted, walked slowly to the door of black smoky wood, which bore the image of a sardonic face. She turned and followed the river bank to the long low manse. Swallowing her vast enmity toward the butterfly and the flowers and the changing lights of the sky, she continued across the meadow.Ī bank of dark trees rose above her, and beyond were clumps of rushes and the gleam of water, all changing in hue as the light changed in the sky. It had been suggested to her that the flaw lay not in the universe but in herself. No more would she stamp them to pulp, rend them from their roots. She looked down at the flowers below her horse’s feet - pale daisies, blue-bells, Judas-creeper, orange sunbursts. She restrained herself with great effort for T’sais was of a passionate nature and not given to restraint. It was as if the entire universe had been expressly designed with an eye to jarring her, provoking her to fury … A butterfly with wings patterned like a precious rug flitted by, and T’sais made to strike at it with her rapier. The red glared, the green stifled, the blues and purples hinted at mysteries beyond knowledge.
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They rasped her nerves, confused her vision. T’sais closed her eyes to the shifting lights. Light from above, worked and refracted, flooded the land with a thousand colors, and thus, as T’sais rode, first a green beam flashed on her, then ultramarine, and topaz and ruby red, and the landscape changed in similar tintings and subtlety. She rode deep in thought, and overhead the sky rippled and cross-rippled, like a vast expanse of windy water, in tremendous shadows from horizon to horizon. She checked her horse at the verge as if in indecision, and sat looking across the shimmering pastel meadow toward the river … She stirred her knees and the horse proceeded across the turf.