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THE AWAKENING DAYS ON CHASKA-WATER
Whiter than death was Chaska-water, palerthanfear. Well had the Ice-demons worked; swift and sure had their arrows sped. Only the waste of snow was there. Nothing was left that moved or cried or rustled on Chaska-water.
Oh, Moon that swung in the silent sky, knew ye ever so fearful a stillness?
Oh, black cloud blocking the blacker sky, was there ever so awful a deadness?
Tense — tenser — snap!
The breaking had come — not a sound, not a move, but a feeling. Up from the south came a gentle breath, a fanning too faint ..text pokračuje
