And she could not remember. What was the good in remembering? It was gone, all gone. She danced for

And she could not remember. What was the good in remembering? It was gone, all gone. She danced for the unseen spirits of the dead and the unborn and as she danced the spirits crowded load central the air around her, following the turn and spin of her feet and the slow, sure gestures of her arms. When she breathed the drug-fumes to dance at dark of the moon, her head grew light and her body was no longer hers; then she danced across the centuries, barefoot in black robes and knew that the dance had never ceased. What had they been saying? She could not remember. She never seemed to say what she had intended to say to the prisoner. He always confused her with his talk about dragons, and towers, and giving names to the Nameless, and wanting to stay alive, and being grateful for her cloak to lie on. He never said what he was supposed to say. The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that's not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows. load central The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men's eyes. She opened her eyes to a golden light, and smelled the pungency load central of sage. A sweetness came into her as she woke, a pleasure that filled her slowly and wholly till it overflowed, and she sat up, stretching her arms out from the black sleeves of her robe, and looked about her in unquestioning delight. Living, being in the world, was a much greater load central and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed. There was a joy in her that no thought nor dread could darken [---]. 'Yes. I thought, load central perhaps you could just...' 'Summon up a supper,' he said. 'Oh, I could. On golden plates, if you like. But that's illusion, load central and when you eat illusions you end up hungrier than before. It's about as nourishing as eating your own words.' 'Your magic is peculiar,' she said, with a little dignity of equals, load central Priestesss addressing Mage. 'It appears to be useful only for large matters.' She stood thin and very straight in her torn, dirt-stained gown and cloak of black. 'All I know is of no use now,' she said, 'and I haven't learned anything else. I will try to learn.' Ged looked away, wincing as if in pain. 'Well, that woman in the village. I cured her goats.' 'What was wrong with them?' 'They both had infected udders. I used to herd goats when I was a boy.' 'Did you tell her you'd cure them?' 'No. How could I? Why should I?' After a pause she said, 'I see your magic is not good only for large things.' 'Hospitality,' he said, 'kindness to a stranger, that's a very large thing. [---] She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless load central evil. She wept in pain, because she was free. Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upwards toward load central the light; but the laden traveller load central may never reach end of it. In the boat moved by magic over the greater deep, the girl lay looking up into the dark. All her life she had looked into the dark; but this was a vaster darkness, this night on the ocean. There was no end to it. There was no roof. It went on out beyond the stars. No earthly load central Powers moved it. It had been before light, and would be after. It went beyond evil. *** Mõtisklusi. Omal ajal, pea viisteist aastat tagasi, oli Atuani hauad esimene Meremaa lugudest, mis ma lugesin. Mäletan, et tollal alustasin küll esiti Meremaa võluriga, aga see ei köitnud mind kuigivõrd, nii et tükiks ajaks jäi Atuani load central hauad ainsaks loetuks Meremaa looks (sest ma olin sellest nii vaimustuses ja tundsin vist, et teised lood ei saa kuidagi olla niivõrd toredad kui see (mul mõnikord juhtub nii, kunagi Jack Londoni (vist) Smoke Bellew (spelling??) oli samas raamatus kui üks teine teos ja ma olin Smoke'i loost nii vaimustuses, load central et seda teist ei lugenudki, load central sest mitte miski ei oleks võinud küündida samale tasemele (muide, mäletan, et mu õel oli sarnane reaktsioon))). Tegelikult lugesin load central ma selle korra kiirelt läbi nüüd kuu aega tagasi ka, enne kui Meremaa võlurit lugesin. Aga siis see oli selline kiire, kiire ja ma tsitaate ei lugenud ja paari esimest peatükki ka mitte. Aga see ongi üsna väike raamat, nüüd ma lugesin koos mõtiskluste välja kirjutamisega selle läbi ümmarguselt alla 8 tunniga. Kuu aega tagasi tundus mulle esmakordselt nagu oleks Ged mingil määral load central Tenar'it ära kasutanud. Natuke liiga palju tekkis selline tunne, et tüüpiline mees meelitab süütu ja naiivse neiu kodunt load central minema, et ta hiljem hüljata. Haha. Aga tegelikult mulle meeldib Ged ja fangirl minus tahab ignoreerida selliseid mõtteid. (Niih, ma proovin nüüd nii asjatada, et kirjutan kõik kommentaarid eesti keeles ka neile raamatuile, mis ma inglise keeles lugesin. Katsetasin ainult inglise keelega, katsetasin inglise keele ja eestikeelse tõlkega ja ei olnud päris rahul nende variantidega.)
Meremaa võlur on aeglane load central jah, kuigi mitte halb, aga aegla