The afternoon sun flooded through the open window, casting long shadows across the lounge. A lone figure sat immobile, transfixed by a large porcelain disk banded in silver and bronze with a portrait of songbirds engraved on it.
Peredhil heard peals of laughter coming from his friends outside, but he made no move to join them. Rather, he studied the portrait intently, hoping to glean some clue from it that would put order to his jumbled thoughts. His eyes flickered to the inscription Juliane had written. Its message was also a mystery.
He closed his eyes and an image of Juli came to his mind: her upper lip puckered slightly and her brow furrowed in concentration, stray blond hair falling onto her face as she nimbly worked a shapeless lump into a beautiful masterpiece.
Peredhil let his thoughts drift back to his encounter many years ago with the wise woman in Carmen. He had visited her on a dare from another schoolboy. He still remembered the floorboards creaking under his feet as he approached her timidly in her small roadside shack, her gnarled hands beckoning him to her side.
He had paid her a copper coin and then had sat silently beside her as she peered into his eyes. Despite feeling extremely uncomfortable, Peredhil had been unable to avert his gaze from her. After several long minutes, the old woman nodded to herself.
?Beware the songbird, for she will lead you down a path from which there is no return,? the old woman had said. Peredhil had opened his mouth to respond, but she pressed on. ?She will give you life and hasten your death. Through her, you and your people will be redeemed.?
With that, she had risen and retired to a back room, slamming the door shut in Peredhil?s face as he tried in vain to obtain some further clarification about her baffling comments.
For years, he had buried the wise woman?s message into the recesses of his mind. A songbird was supposed to dictate his life? Despite its absurdity, he had never shared his secret with anyone. Now, staring at the portrait, he wondered if he had finally met this songbird.
Could it be that Juli was indeed the songbird? If so, how was he to interpret the wise woman?s message? The message had said to ?beware the songbird? and had warned him that she would hasten his death. But she would also give him life and redeem his people, which must mean the Elessari.
Or perhaps Juli was just the messenger and someone else was supposed to be the songbird? He knew now that she existed. If only he knew how to find her.
A tap on his shoulder roused him from his trance.
?It?s time, Peredhil,? Wes said softly. ?Everybody?s waiting.?
Peredhil rose, adjusting his clothing slightly and running a hand through his sandy-blond hair.
?Let?s do this,? he said, leading Wes out the door, his face a mask of composure. Yet his eyes sought the songbird.
Peredhil heard peals of laughter coming from his friends outside, but he made no move to join them. Rather, he studied the portrait intently, hoping to glean some clue from it that would put order to his jumbled thoughts. His eyes flickered to the inscription Juliane had written. Its message was also a mystery.
He closed his eyes and an image of Juli came to his mind: her upper lip puckered slightly and her brow furrowed in concentration, stray blond hair falling onto her face as she nimbly worked a shapeless lump into a beautiful masterpiece.
Peredhil let his thoughts drift back to his encounter many years ago with the wise woman in Carmen. He had visited her on a dare from another schoolboy. He still remembered the floorboards creaking under his feet as he approached her timidly in her small roadside shack, her gnarled hands beckoning him to her side.
He had paid her a copper coin and then had sat silently beside her as she peered into his eyes. Despite feeling extremely uncomfortable, Peredhil had been unable to avert his gaze from her. After several long minutes, the old woman nodded to herself.
?Beware the songbird, for she will lead you down a path from which there is no return,? the old woman had said. Peredhil had opened his mouth to respond, but she pressed on. ?She will give you life and hasten your death. Through her, you and your people will be redeemed.?
With that, she had risen and retired to a back room, slamming the door shut in Peredhil?s face as he tried in vain to obtain some further clarification about her baffling comments.
For years, he had buried the wise woman?s message into the recesses of his mind. A songbird was supposed to dictate his life? Despite its absurdity, he had never shared his secret with anyone. Now, staring at the portrait, he wondered if he had finally met this songbird.
Could it be that Juli was indeed the songbird? If so, how was he to interpret the wise woman?s message? The message had said to ?beware the songbird? and had warned him that she would hasten his death. But she would also give him life and redeem his people, which must mean the Elessari.
Or perhaps Juli was just the messenger and someone else was supposed to be the songbird? He knew now that she existed. If only he knew how to find her.
A tap on his shoulder roused him from his trance.
?It?s time, Peredhil,? Wes said softly. ?Everybody?s waiting.?
Peredhil rose, adjusting his clothing slightly and running a hand through his sandy-blond hair.
?Let?s do this,? he said, leading Wes out the door, his face a mask of composure. Yet his eyes sought the songbird.