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.The elephants on the grassy flatlands were subtly differentfrom the beasts Hannibal had led through Provence on his long trek toward theAlps.The deer in the woodlands were larger than those the gens of Citharistahunted.The people were also unlike the gens she knew.Coming from their cave homes into the cooling light of afternoon, they did notnotice the magpies that landed in the branches of a parasol pine.A man withhair like polished brass squinted into the lowering sunlight."Tonight we'llmake a fire on the beach," he decided, without speaking yet the magpies heardhis thought.They heard also his imagery of what would transpire at the edgeof the fire, when all were full of rich meat from a fresh-caught seal, satedwith crisp fat whose drippings fueled embers into fresh flame.Pierrette heard those warm thoughts, and for a moment felt herself to be ablond-haired, full-breasted woman who lowered herself onto the man, smiling asshe parted the strange, yellow hair of her womanhood to accept him.Magpies could not blush, nor could their hard-billed faces feel heat at suchdelicious and unbidden revelations.Pierrette's discomfiture was not visible.Yet magpies could laugh, as Ma did then.The man, hearing magpie-chatter,looked up and smiled.He waved, and the two birds leaped into the air with arattle of feathers.The Golden Man, Pierrette marveled.The Golden Man of my daydreams.But wenever did that in my reveries.* * *Later aloft and westward Pierrette turned her head toward her companion.Therush of air across her beak caused her to veer closer."Is that what youwanted me to know?" she asked, remembering the man's hard heat and the woman'sdelight in the enveloping power of her wet loins, the quickening joy as herwomb accepted his seed and made it hers.Page 116 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"It wouldn't be fair to ask you to forego such delights if you didn't knowwhat you might miss.""Must I remain virgin forever?" Pierrette knew for the first time a small partof what her mother Elen had not been willing to do without."`Forever' has no meaning for one who parts the Veil of Years," Ma repliedambiguously."Yet if you part that lesser veil, your maidenhood, you willnever again part the other as we do today.And if lesser is parted withingreater, you may never return whence you came." That made little sense, but Madid not elaborate.They were high over land only vaguely familiar."What is that?" Pierretteexclaimed, seeing a city; they had travelled more than mere miles sinceleaving the cave-folks' realm."That is Massalia," said Ma."But where is the abbey?" asked Pierrette."There isn't even a road south ofthe calanque.""They have only just paved theVia Tiberia from Arelate to Roma.The abbey will not be built for a century ortwo.""Shall we land there?" asked Pierrette."Shall we sit on a branch and peerdown at Lazarus at his devotions or has he not yet come to Massalia? What yearis it, down there?""We are flying from the far edge of the wheel forward," Ma said."Lazarus hasnot yet come but you may see him, when we reach our destination."They flew north, then westward, with low mountains on their left and a widelake on the right, then over an arm of the sea onto a flat, featureless plain.There Pierrette experienced a strange tremor within, and she hesitated, losingaltitude, descending for a closer look.Something beckoned, much as the cavepeople had, long before.Yet there had been a momentary sensation of dread, as if she had passed near aplace of terrible unhappiness, then left it behind."What is that place?" sheasked.She knew it was not what Ma had brought her to see, or the other magpiewould have slowed before Pierrette did."The flat land is the Crau the Plain of Stones, where Herakles fought yourLigure ancestors, as he returned home with the red cattle of Geryon.""Who lives there now in this time, whenever it may be?" It was not easy toshape that thought in any language Pierrette knew.No verb tense defined apresent within the past."Horses roam there, and men capture them for breeding.They are sacred toPoseidon, but the old god's protection wanes."They flew on.A broad thread of water broke into many channels the mouths ofRiver Rhodanus.They defined a sea of grass as splayed fingers define thespace between them the Camargue, where the old magics worked as they had beenintended.Her excitement mounted, then faded could a magpie's beak and lumpytongue shape a spell? No, she would have to be there as herself, to performher experiments.Beyond a tangle of lagoons were low, sandy islands held together by the treesthat grew upon them.Ma shifted her course.Straight ahead, Pierrette sawsmoke, and discerned roofs thatched with long salt-grasses."That's where we're going," Ma said."A fishing town that will someday becalled `the Holy Marys of theSea.'"* * *Two magpies atop a dead cypress went unnoticed.Though out of their usualrange, on beaches populated by gulls and stilt-legged birds, magpies were notthe only foreign visitors to that remote shore, then or thereafter.Then? Pierrette had seen Massalia when Romans manned its walls.She had seenthe bay at Sormiou millennia earlier.If those houses were where the saintsfrom the Christian holy land had arrived after the transfiguration of Jesus,Page 117 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthen what Pierrette was seeing was "long ago."The Abbess Sophia Maria, suggesting that Marie might benefit from a visit toher namesake's shrine, had described a bustling town where the Archbishop ofArles sponsored a fortified church on the site of the saints' graves.ButPierrette saw no church."`When' is this?" she asked her companion, twisting a Latin tense in anuncomfortable manner."It is forty-four years since the boy Jesus was born in Nazareth," said Ma."Mad Gaius, called Caligula, is dead, and Claudius reigns."People emerged from a thatched house.A skinny man waved and called to someoneworking in a boat on the beach."Lazare! Come see us away." A husky fellowemerged from the vessel and swung gracefully over the rail onto the sand.Pierrette intensified her gaze, as if to burn every detail of the scene intoher mind.She was seeing an event of more than religious import.Those peoplewould shape history with their words and deeds.Even in her time Provence ofall Europe echoed their influence [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The elephants on the grassy flatlands were subtly differentfrom the beasts Hannibal had led through Provence on his long trek toward theAlps.The deer in the woodlands were larger than those the gens of Citharistahunted.The people were also unlike the gens she knew.Coming from their cave homes into the cooling light of afternoon, they did notnotice the magpies that landed in the branches of a parasol pine.A man withhair like polished brass squinted into the lowering sunlight."Tonight we'llmake a fire on the beach," he decided, without speaking yet the magpies heardhis thought.They heard also his imagery of what would transpire at the edgeof the fire, when all were full of rich meat from a fresh-caught seal, satedwith crisp fat whose drippings fueled embers into fresh flame.Pierrette heard those warm thoughts, and for a moment felt herself to be ablond-haired, full-breasted woman who lowered herself onto the man, smiling asshe parted the strange, yellow hair of her womanhood to accept him.Magpies could not blush, nor could their hard-billed faces feel heat at suchdelicious and unbidden revelations.Pierrette's discomfiture was not visible.Yet magpies could laugh, as Ma did then.The man, hearing magpie-chatter,looked up and smiled.He waved, and the two birds leaped into the air with arattle of feathers.The Golden Man, Pierrette marveled.The Golden Man of my daydreams.But wenever did that in my reveries.* * *Later aloft and westward Pierrette turned her head toward her companion.Therush of air across her beak caused her to veer closer."Is that what youwanted me to know?" she asked, remembering the man's hard heat and the woman'sdelight in the enveloping power of her wet loins, the quickening joy as herwomb accepted his seed and made it hers.Page 116 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"It wouldn't be fair to ask you to forego such delights if you didn't knowwhat you might miss.""Must I remain virgin forever?" Pierrette knew for the first time a small partof what her mother Elen had not been willing to do without."`Forever' has no meaning for one who parts the Veil of Years," Ma repliedambiguously."Yet if you part that lesser veil, your maidenhood, you willnever again part the other as we do today.And if lesser is parted withingreater, you may never return whence you came." That made little sense, but Madid not elaborate.They were high over land only vaguely familiar."What is that?" Pierretteexclaimed, seeing a city; they had travelled more than mere miles sinceleaving the cave-folks' realm."That is Massalia," said Ma."But where is the abbey?" asked Pierrette."There isn't even a road south ofthe calanque.""They have only just paved theVia Tiberia from Arelate to Roma.The abbey will not be built for a century ortwo.""Shall we land there?" asked Pierrette."Shall we sit on a branch and peerdown at Lazarus at his devotions or has he not yet come to Massalia? What yearis it, down there?""We are flying from the far edge of the wheel forward," Ma said."Lazarus hasnot yet come but you may see him, when we reach our destination."They flew north, then westward, with low mountains on their left and a widelake on the right, then over an arm of the sea onto a flat, featureless plain.There Pierrette experienced a strange tremor within, and she hesitated, losingaltitude, descending for a closer look.Something beckoned, much as the cavepeople had, long before.Yet there had been a momentary sensation of dread, as if she had passed near aplace of terrible unhappiness, then left it behind."What is that place?" sheasked.She knew it was not what Ma had brought her to see, or the other magpiewould have slowed before Pierrette did."The flat land is the Crau the Plain of Stones, where Herakles fought yourLigure ancestors, as he returned home with the red cattle of Geryon.""Who lives there now in this time, whenever it may be?" It was not easy toshape that thought in any language Pierrette knew.No verb tense defined apresent within the past."Horses roam there, and men capture them for breeding.They are sacred toPoseidon, but the old god's protection wanes."They flew on.A broad thread of water broke into many channels the mouths ofRiver Rhodanus.They defined a sea of grass as splayed fingers define thespace between them the Camargue, where the old magics worked as they had beenintended.Her excitement mounted, then faded could a magpie's beak and lumpytongue shape a spell? No, she would have to be there as herself, to performher experiments.Beyond a tangle of lagoons were low, sandy islands held together by the treesthat grew upon them.Ma shifted her course.Straight ahead, Pierrette sawsmoke, and discerned roofs thatched with long salt-grasses."That's where we're going," Ma said."A fishing town that will someday becalled `the Holy Marys of theSea.'"* * *Two magpies atop a dead cypress went unnoticed.Though out of their usualrange, on beaches populated by gulls and stilt-legged birds, magpies were notthe only foreign visitors to that remote shore, then or thereafter.Then? Pierrette had seen Massalia when Romans manned its walls.She had seenthe bay at Sormiou millennia earlier.If those houses were where the saintsfrom the Christian holy land had arrived after the transfiguration of Jesus,Page 117 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthen what Pierrette was seeing was "long ago."The Abbess Sophia Maria, suggesting that Marie might benefit from a visit toher namesake's shrine, had described a bustling town where the Archbishop ofArles sponsored a fortified church on the site of the saints' graves.ButPierrette saw no church."`When' is this?" she asked her companion, twisting a Latin tense in anuncomfortable manner."It is forty-four years since the boy Jesus was born in Nazareth," said Ma."Mad Gaius, called Caligula, is dead, and Claudius reigns."People emerged from a thatched house.A skinny man waved and called to someoneworking in a boat on the beach."Lazare! Come see us away." A husky fellowemerged from the vessel and swung gracefully over the rail onto the sand.Pierrette intensified her gaze, as if to burn every detail of the scene intoher mind.She was seeing an event of more than religious import.Those peoplewould shape history with their words and deeds.Even in her time Provence ofall Europe echoed their influence [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]