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."I wanted you to see me as I should be.not as I am.Vanity, Isuppose.Being old before my proper time is hard.Ifile:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Douglas,%20L%20Warren%20-%2.Sacred%20Pool%20(.html.jpg%20v3.0)/0671319566___9.htm (3 of 8)2-1-2007 14:07:53- Chapter 9wanted you to see me as.as I want to be." He shrugged."Ah well, I'llremedy that but first.are you thirsty?"Pierrette grasped the opportunity to collect her thoughts.The breeze off theocean was balmy, little puffs like her sister's breath at night, barelystirring her hair.The stone bench was warm, and felt like a well-stuffed pillow.Shadows pooled like cool water.She leaned back, and the sundanced redly on her shuttered eyes.When her host returned, she viewed him from beneath half-closed eyelids.Hewas again as she had first seen him, robed from head to foot in white cloth.His hair and beard were long and white, his wrinkled face as old asMa-who-was-not."Now you see me as I am," he said sadly."I didn't frightenyou, did I?""I wasn't afraid.But I don't understand.You said you should be as I saw youbefore.""True," he said, nodding, his beard flat on his thin chest."I'm not as old asI look.Why, only a few centuries ago.A few? Oh, drat! I've lost trackof time again.What year is it?"Pierrette did not know."I know that the last man in Citharista who rememberedCharles the Hammer died last year.""That doesn't help.Let's see.That Calvinus, the Roman, whipped the Vocontiiin 124 that's B.C., the way you'd reckon it about 800 years before CharlesMartel.I suppose I'm a bit over a thousand.How old do I look?""About eighty," Pierrette said hastily."Or ninety?""Ninety, you say?" His grin split his beard."How kind." Pierrette did not tryto correct his misapprehension.Eighty or eight hundred, he was very old, andlooked it."You said you're Elen's child.Why are you here?""My mother wanted you to teach me.""Teach you what?" His eyes shaped a challenge."Not magic!" he said."That'swhat she wanted my spells.As if they work any more.I won't teach you magic."Pierrette suppressed her disappointment."Arithmetic?" she suggested."Greekand Arabic?"He crossed one skinny leg over the other, beneath his voluminous garment."Arithmetic! Of course.Geometry, and the new Saracen numbers.Greek, Latin, and Minoan for sure, andEtruscan, just for the fun of it.Wonderful poets, those Etruscans; it's ashame nobody reads them any more." He noddedfile:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Douglas,%20L%20Warren%20-%2.Sacred%20Pool%20(.html.jpg%20v3.0)/0671319566___9.htm (4 of 8)2-1-2007 14:07:53- Chapter 9repeatedly, rapidly, like a hoopoe bird bobbing its ridiculous, crested headat a puddle."History too? Ilove history.I have scrolls and scrolls of history.Herodotus."He stopped in mid-thought, as something occurred to him."What will you payme?""Pay?" She had not paid her father for teaching her to prune olive trees, orP'er Otho to read tombstones.The crone had not demanded payment.Was knowledge a commodity like oil orapricots, sold by the pound or basketful? "How can I pay?""I suppose you're right," he agreed."I can't trade history for oil.We'llPage 44 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlwork something out.""I'd be glad to bring oil but I can't go back." She spoke of her father'splans, and of Satan, who waited for her return."You have to go back," he said, putting a gnarled hand on her knee."As foryour father, I can fix that, but you'll have to deal with that Satan fellowyourself.My advice is to ignore him like everyone else does.He can't be allthat powerful, if no one but you can see him." That made sense.Even P'erOtho, who was terrified of Satan, had never actually seen him."But if I go back, I'll have to work with Father, and I'll have no time tolearn things," she protested."Time?" His belly laugh seemed to issue from younger lungs.He gestured."Seethe sun? What time is it?""It looks to be noon," she replied.The sun was overhead, a bit south."And where was it when you arrived here?" he asked."I don't know," she replied."It was wherever the sun goes when it is night.""No, no! Where was it right here, when you came through that door?""It was.right where it is now," she concluded.But that could not be so,could it? Always, the sun moved, or there would be no day or night, no time atall."It has not moved," she said."Not a finger's width," he agreed."And, it will not.Do you see why you haveto go back sometimes?"He looked miffed when Pierrette shook her head "no.""You can't remain a child forever.You'll get tired of being no taller than awheat stalk, and peeringfile:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Douglas,%20L%20Warren%20-%2.Sacred%20Pool%20(.html.jpg%20v3.0)/0671319566___9 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."I wanted you to see me as I should be.not as I am.Vanity, Isuppose.Being old before my proper time is hard.Ifile:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Douglas,%20L%20Warren%20-%2.Sacred%20Pool%20(.html.jpg%20v3.0)/0671319566___9.htm (3 of 8)2-1-2007 14:07:53- Chapter 9wanted you to see me as.as I want to be." He shrugged."Ah well, I'llremedy that but first.are you thirsty?"Pierrette grasped the opportunity to collect her thoughts.The breeze off theocean was balmy, little puffs like her sister's breath at night, barelystirring her hair.The stone bench was warm, and felt like a well-stuffed pillow.Shadows pooled like cool water.She leaned back, and the sundanced redly on her shuttered eyes.When her host returned, she viewed him from beneath half-closed eyelids.Hewas again as she had first seen him, robed from head to foot in white cloth.His hair and beard were long and white, his wrinkled face as old asMa-who-was-not."Now you see me as I am," he said sadly."I didn't frightenyou, did I?""I wasn't afraid.But I don't understand.You said you should be as I saw youbefore.""True," he said, nodding, his beard flat on his thin chest."I'm not as old asI look.Why, only a few centuries ago.A few? Oh, drat! I've lost trackof time again.What year is it?"Pierrette did not know."I know that the last man in Citharista who rememberedCharles the Hammer died last year.""That doesn't help.Let's see.That Calvinus, the Roman, whipped the Vocontiiin 124 that's B.C., the way you'd reckon it about 800 years before CharlesMartel.I suppose I'm a bit over a thousand.How old do I look?""About eighty," Pierrette said hastily."Or ninety?""Ninety, you say?" His grin split his beard."How kind." Pierrette did not tryto correct his misapprehension.Eighty or eight hundred, he was very old, andlooked it."You said you're Elen's child.Why are you here?""My mother wanted you to teach me.""Teach you what?" His eyes shaped a challenge."Not magic!" he said."That'swhat she wanted my spells.As if they work any more.I won't teach you magic."Pierrette suppressed her disappointment."Arithmetic?" she suggested."Greekand Arabic?"He crossed one skinny leg over the other, beneath his voluminous garment."Arithmetic! Of course.Geometry, and the new Saracen numbers.Greek, Latin, and Minoan for sure, andEtruscan, just for the fun of it.Wonderful poets, those Etruscans; it's ashame nobody reads them any more." He noddedfile:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Douglas,%20L%20Warren%20-%2.Sacred%20Pool%20(.html.jpg%20v3.0)/0671319566___9.htm (4 of 8)2-1-2007 14:07:53- Chapter 9repeatedly, rapidly, like a hoopoe bird bobbing its ridiculous, crested headat a puddle."History too? Ilove history.I have scrolls and scrolls of history.Herodotus."He stopped in mid-thought, as something occurred to him."What will you payme?""Pay?" She had not paid her father for teaching her to prune olive trees, orP'er Otho to read tombstones.The crone had not demanded payment.Was knowledge a commodity like oil orapricots, sold by the pound or basketful? "How can I pay?""I suppose you're right," he agreed."I can't trade history for oil.We'llPage 44 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlwork something out.""I'd be glad to bring oil but I can't go back." She spoke of her father'splans, and of Satan, who waited for her return."You have to go back," he said, putting a gnarled hand on her knee."As foryour father, I can fix that, but you'll have to deal with that Satan fellowyourself.My advice is to ignore him like everyone else does.He can't be allthat powerful, if no one but you can see him." That made sense.Even P'erOtho, who was terrified of Satan, had never actually seen him."But if I go back, I'll have to work with Father, and I'll have no time tolearn things," she protested."Time?" His belly laugh seemed to issue from younger lungs.He gestured."Seethe sun? What time is it?""It looks to be noon," she replied.The sun was overhead, a bit south."And where was it when you arrived here?" he asked."I don't know," she replied."It was wherever the sun goes when it is night.""No, no! Where was it right here, when you came through that door?""It was.right where it is now," she concluded.But that could not be so,could it? Always, the sun moved, or there would be no day or night, no time atall."It has not moved," she said."Not a finger's width," he agreed."And, it will not.Do you see why you haveto go back sometimes?"He looked miffed when Pierrette shook her head "no.""You can't remain a child forever.You'll get tired of being no taller than awheat stalk, and peeringfile:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Douglas,%20L%20Warren%20-%2.Sacred%20Pool%20(.html.jpg%20v3.0)/0671319566___9 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]