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from passing out again.
A swirling mass of fear churned within me, but I have been afraid before and in equally trying
circumstances. Forcing myself to remain calm, I lay back and listened for a moment. When I did not hear
anything, I made to rise. Instantly, pain burst upon me anew, and I fell back.
Bors and Gereint are pursuing the horses and will return any moment, I told myself. They know I am
here and will not abandon me. I clung to this hope, repeating it over and over.
The pain in my leg throbbed with a sharp, deep-rooted, urgent ache. It took my mind off the raw pulse
of pain in my side. With an effort I pushed myself upright and leaned back against a fallen log. I reached
down to touch the place where the pain seemed the worse, and my hand came away sticky and wet with
blood. I tried to move my leg; the exertion sent a searing bolt of fire into my head and I almost swooned,
but at least the leg could bend somewhat and no bones seemed broken.
My knife was still tucked in my belt, but my sword was missing; my spear had disappeared with my
horse. Using the knife, I contrived to cut a strip from my siarc and bind my leg to stanch the flow of
blood.
The effort exhausted me. I tied the knot and lay back panting and gasping. A fragment of Myrddin's
psalm came into my mind and I spoke it out. There in the darksome forest, lying on my back, warm
blood oozing from my wounds, I said:
The Lord is my rock!
The Lord is my fortress, and my deliverer!
God is my refuge; He is my shield!
And the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
There was solace in the words. Just saying them aloud in that dolorous place comforted me, so I
continued:
I call to the Lord, who is worthy to be praised,
And I am saved from my enemies.
The cords of death entangled me;
The torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
It was an act of defiance, I believe, to invoke the Great Light in that place, for I felt my heart stir as
courage returned. In truth, I surprised myself at how much of these songs I could remember. Feeling a
very bard myself, I sent those heaven-breathed words into the darksome wood:
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The cords of the grave coiled around me
The snares of death confronted me.
In my distress, I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice.
Wonder of wonders, even as I spoke those last words I saw a light shining in the wood: so pale and
dim, I first thought I must have imagined it. I looked and the faint glimmer disappeared, but when I
glanced away again, I saw it once more. I raised myself up and stared at the place - as if to hold it there
so that it would not vanish again, leaving me alone in the dark. I could not see the light directly for all the
trees and brush. Desperate to hold the fragile luminescence, I tried to remember the rest of Myrddin's
prayer. How did it go?
And he gazed with...
No, no... that was not right. The pain in my leg drove out everything else. I could not think. I took a
deep breath and forced myself to concentrate. In clumps and snatches the words came to me and I
spoke them out.
And he looked down in his anger and said: Because their love is set on me, I will deliver them. I will
deliver them from danger, for they know my name. I will be with them in times of trouble; I will rescue
them from the grave, And bring them honour in my courts; I will satisfy them with eternal life to enjoy
their rich salvation.
As I spoke, the faint radiance seemed to strengthen, gathering itself into a steady gleam like that of the
moon on a mist-shrouded winter night. I thought that the light might yet break forth, but though I
continued repeating the psalm over and over again, the fragile light remained a mere pearly glimmering,
and beyond that did not increase.
After a time, I felt the winter chill seeping into my bones. My clothes were damp with sweat and the air
was cold, and I began to shiver. Each tremble sent a jolt of pain through me, as it meant moving my leg. I
clenched my teeth and willed the gently gleaming light to stay. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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from passing out again.
A swirling mass of fear churned within me, but I have been afraid before and in equally trying
circumstances. Forcing myself to remain calm, I lay back and listened for a moment. When I did not hear
anything, I made to rise. Instantly, pain burst upon me anew, and I fell back.
Bors and Gereint are pursuing the horses and will return any moment, I told myself. They know I am
here and will not abandon me. I clung to this hope, repeating it over and over.
The pain in my leg throbbed with a sharp, deep-rooted, urgent ache. It took my mind off the raw pulse
of pain in my side. With an effort I pushed myself upright and leaned back against a fallen log. I reached
down to touch the place where the pain seemed the worse, and my hand came away sticky and wet with
blood. I tried to move my leg; the exertion sent a searing bolt of fire into my head and I almost swooned,
but at least the leg could bend somewhat and no bones seemed broken.
My knife was still tucked in my belt, but my sword was missing; my spear had disappeared with my
horse. Using the knife, I contrived to cut a strip from my siarc and bind my leg to stanch the flow of
blood.
The effort exhausted me. I tied the knot and lay back panting and gasping. A fragment of Myrddin's
psalm came into my mind and I spoke it out. There in the darksome forest, lying on my back, warm
blood oozing from my wounds, I said:
The Lord is my rock!
The Lord is my fortress, and my deliverer!
God is my refuge; He is my shield!
And the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
There was solace in the words. Just saying them aloud in that dolorous place comforted me, so I
continued:
I call to the Lord, who is worthy to be praised,
And I am saved from my enemies.
The cords of death entangled me;
The torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
It was an act of defiance, I believe, to invoke the Great Light in that place, for I felt my heart stir as
courage returned. In truth, I surprised myself at how much of these songs I could remember. Feeling a
very bard myself, I sent those heaven-breathed words into the darksome wood:
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The cords of the grave coiled around me
The snares of death confronted me.
In my distress, I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice.
Wonder of wonders, even as I spoke those last words I saw a light shining in the wood: so pale and
dim, I first thought I must have imagined it. I looked and the faint glimmer disappeared, but when I
glanced away again, I saw it once more. I raised myself up and stared at the place - as if to hold it there
so that it would not vanish again, leaving me alone in the dark. I could not see the light directly for all the
trees and brush. Desperate to hold the fragile luminescence, I tried to remember the rest of Myrddin's
prayer. How did it go?
And he gazed with...
No, no... that was not right. The pain in my leg drove out everything else. I could not think. I took a
deep breath and forced myself to concentrate. In clumps and snatches the words came to me and I
spoke them out.
And he looked down in his anger and said: Because their love is set on me, I will deliver them. I will
deliver them from danger, for they know my name. I will be with them in times of trouble; I will rescue
them from the grave, And bring them honour in my courts; I will satisfy them with eternal life to enjoy
their rich salvation.
As I spoke, the faint radiance seemed to strengthen, gathering itself into a steady gleam like that of the
moon on a mist-shrouded winter night. I thought that the light might yet break forth, but though I
continued repeating the psalm over and over again, the fragile light remained a mere pearly glimmering,
and beyond that did not increase.
After a time, I felt the winter chill seeping into my bones. My clothes were damp with sweat and the air
was cold, and I began to shiver. Each tremble sent a jolt of pain through me, as it meant moving my leg. I
clenched my teeth and willed the gently gleaming light to stay. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]