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City beside a River- prologue
The room hushed at the opening of the door, perusal, then the shuffling sound of many voices, a violin played notes that chirped above the din. The two who entered from the scaly night were beckoned by waving hand and in dim lit booth sat.
There is a child, who was taken by unknown means from a locked room in the house of his mother. The mans voice
raspy and low.
The mothers house? The father, who?
A name is spoke and the twins sit back and confer by the language of eyes.
Agree, they reply after a moments passing. Parchments are passed, details within, and the two make haste from that den to the house of the mother.
Cold is gripping,
Ice makes slipping,
Freezing and crying,
the old man is dying
and won't come down
in the morning.
What, says Guen to her brother, can move without noise through an unlit house?
Fal pondered and said, My sister you see where I am blind, Lets off to the housekeeper.
The night is calling in voices faint.
There may be trials and hard choices to make.
In a room a babe sleeps and a man kneels, deep in contemplation.
