Lydia's thoughts of glory and Mathie's monologue were cut short as the make-shift pulley hauled up the most amazing sight either of them had ever seen.
A stone about the size of a large mammal, emitted a deep amber glow that bathed them in a warmth that made them feel. Mathie felt a sudden urge to sing at the top of his lungs. He just barely stifled the urge. But, for Lydia, it made her feel cold. A remorse that she hadn't felt in awhile, hit her in a sudden wave of emotion. It made her want to weep at what the stone revealed in her. She resisted it. But not before a single tear slid down her pale cheek.
Then they heard it. A single note. A rustle. Subtle, but powerful. Quiet yet loud enough that made Niagra Falls sound calm. Roaring yet soothing. A pitch, high and low at the same time. An all encompassing note. Frightening as a lion's roar yet peace-filling like the spring time sun. The song fell then rose. It wove in and out. It painted a picture. It filled the two with an irresistible joy. It sang of a time that was. And was no longer. It told a story of a fall and a rending. An ending. But then new life. A new promise. It was the story of life itself. It thundered to be heard. It made forgetting impossible.
It reminded Lydia of good. And she despised it. She screamed and covered her ears. She rushed at it, and shoved it off the precipice, but it merely swung out over the chasm and swung back. The rope that had hauled it up had held true.
Tears streaming she looked over at Mathie, who looked like he had just woken from a dream. "That is the bewitching power of Him. And this is what I am protecting you from. I am protecting you from ignorance. I offer you freedom. Beware, lest you slip and slid backward to this ugly ignorance from whence I opened your eyes to. His time is over. it is the time for man to take his place as ruler of the worlds.
"Go, make ready the men and the work stations. We have work to do."
Mathie saluted and marched away.
His head in turmoil. And somewhere, deep inside him, something stirred.
A stone about the size of a large mammal, emitted a deep amber glow that bathed them in a warmth that made them feel. Mathie felt a sudden urge to sing at the top of his lungs. He just barely stifled the urge. But, for Lydia, it made her feel cold. A remorse that she hadn't felt in awhile, hit her in a sudden wave of emotion. It made her want to weep at what the stone revealed in her. She resisted it. But not before a single tear slid down her pale cheek.
Then they heard it. A single note. A rustle. Subtle, but powerful. Quiet yet loud enough that made Niagra Falls sound calm. Roaring yet soothing. A pitch, high and low at the same time. An all encompassing note. Frightening as a lion's roar yet peace-filling like the spring time sun. The song fell then rose. It wove in and out. It painted a picture. It filled the two with an irresistible joy. It sang of a time that was. And was no longer. It told a story of a fall and a rending. An ending. But then new life. A new promise. It was the story of life itself. It thundered to be heard. It made forgetting impossible.
It reminded Lydia of good. And she despised it. She screamed and covered her ears. She rushed at it, and shoved it off the precipice, but it merely swung out over the chasm and swung back. The rope that had hauled it up had held true.
Tears streaming she looked over at Mathie, who looked like he had just woken from a dream. "That is the bewitching power of Him. And this is what I am protecting you from. I am protecting you from ignorance. I offer you freedom. Beware, lest you slip and slid backward to this ugly ignorance from whence I opened your eyes to. His time is over. it is the time for man to take his place as ruler of the worlds.
"Go, make ready the men and the work stations. We have work to do."
Mathie saluted and marched away.
His head in turmoil. And somewhere, deep inside him, something stirred.
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