"It is sad, what the barbarians did to our lofty Great Hall, with its tall windows of colored glass that turned the air inside into all the colors of sunset," the prince's voice is wistful as they turn from the staircase down a corridor to the right. "The thought that we should see it again restored..."
It's what keeps him going.
"You were no better off in those swamps than I, remember." He says, then pauses. There are voices coming, servants, talking of the midwinter feast coming up. Yrael steps forward to a small door in the wall. "In here," he says, opening it.
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Date: 2006-12-15 05:58 pm (UTC)From:It's what keeps him going.
"You were no better off in those swamps than I, remember." He says, then pauses. There are voices coming, servants, talking of the midwinter feast coming up. Yrael steps forward to a small door in the wall. "In here," he says, opening it.