The Blue Star

The Blue Star

Under the colored lanterns swinging from trees, there were already a score or more carriages lining the side drives. Coachmasters talked in groups. The doors of the hall stood open, a wide bar of light silhouetting those who came on foot from the opera-hall, and turning to a more vivid green the tender grass. Violins sounded piercingly; as Rodvard joined the throng at the entrance, striving to walk with Cleudis slight strut, he saw how all the floor beyond was covered with jewels and flashing feet, while nearby the mingled voices were so high that only the rhythm of the music was audible, with womens laughter riding on all like a foam. Right behind him a bearded Prophet of Mancherei showed the slim legs of a girl through an artfully torn silken robe, and tossed at him a rouge-ball which marked his white jacket; he must weave his way to the foot of the stairs around a group gaily trying with tinsel swords to attack an armored capellan, pausing to bow before one of twenty queens. Halfway up the stairs in the dim of the balustrade, an archer of the guard, with his star-badge picked out in emeralds, was kissing a sea-witch in flowing blue. They disembraced at his footfalls; the sea-girl leaped up and threw her arms around Rodvards neck, crying; Snowlord from Kjermanash, I will melt you. Did I not tell you, ser archer, that witches are all fickle? But are tamed by those who battle for them, said the archer, as Rodvard gave her the kiss she sought. (Behind her eyes was nothing but reckless pleasure.) My lord of Kjermanash, I challenge you; will you duel or die for her? ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 56889
Author: Pratt, Fletcher
Release Date: Apr 1, 2018
Format: eBook
Language: English