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Amun talks… a lot. Wessex tries to follow his trains of thought, she really does, but he still loses her at being a copy. She begins to imagine the potter like an accordioned cut-out strand of paper people, one right after the other until he multiples and stretches beyond where he stands, still only half-naked.
He’s right about this one in front of her, though, he is bright. It elicits a smile and a fervent affirmation. “So bright,” she repeats, “is this what She sees?” wondered aloud, as she reaches a pale arm up, up, up to the moon. Not the stars, never the stars and their vile, evil herald. Who likes those tiny pinpricks anyway, when the moon is the main event?
To the moon! To the night! To the hole that brought her brother! “I like this hole that brought you bright,” the Queen says, and makes a sort of ‘official’ gesture. “It is a good hole and it is now called Amun’s sky hole.” A gift - for her favorite lackey. She beams over at him, quite pleased with herself and her declarations. “For you. Frome new Wessex.”
He’s right about this one in front of her, though, he is bright. It elicits a smile and a fervent affirmation. “So bright,” she repeats, “is this what She sees?” wondered aloud, as she reaches a pale arm up, up, up to the moon. Not the stars, never the stars and their vile, evil herald. Who likes those tiny pinpricks anyway, when the moon is the main event?
To the moon! To the night! To the hole that brought her brother! “I like this hole that brought you bright,” the Queen says, and makes a sort of ‘official’ gesture. “It is a good hole and it is now called Amun’s sky hole.” A gift - for her favorite lackey. She beams over at him, quite pleased with herself and her declarations. “For you. Frome new Wessex.”
WESSEX
