That They Were Lost, Not I
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There was never a merchant's fear like it afore nor since, a cold craw grasping at my heart, as when the folk drew near upon the Coast Road. Close enough to see robes of red and stranger's beasts carrying I know not what, and I alone with my mules - watching my thoughts and not the Road, not the Road. Then it was, by the touch of the Beautiful Stranger, I saw the third-broken stone marker and its sapling tree beside the cliff. It was as the Unending Sea came up to wash away the blood of my legs, to know that they were Lost, not I!

[ Posted by Reason on August 22, 2005 ]