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Silistra, Book 4 Janet Morris 1979 ISBN: 0-671-55936-2 to Perry Knowlton THE SPIRIT GATE STOOD SIX TIMES THE HEIGHT OF A MAN Its bars must have been driven deep in the riverbed itself, into the water far be-low the choppy water. Where the shore reared up, the gate was fitted into a wall: featureless, towering undulant up the banks, extending undiminished into the forest. Thunder roared and rippled to-ward us. Over the gate danced lightning. At that flashing signal the rain stopped. But the sound remained, redoubled. With querulous protest, the lower half of the iron gate split, each section retreating into its wall of stone. Chayin, with a grunt: ran. Sereth, mo-tioning me before him, followed. I stum-bled in the gaseous mist, broke my fall with outstretched hands. “Come on,” urged Sereth. “Look!” I looked. And saw. And heard: the great gate, mysteriously as it had opened, had begun to close. We ran, for it. My numbed fingers grasped the slow-closing iron bars. I grabbed the lattice of body-thick, slimy iron and pulled myself through. The gate’s sides rejoined, to pres-ent once more an impenetrable barrier. “No. I was going to ask you.” “If you did not, and Ldid not, then who did?” Also by Janet Morris The Golden Sword High Couch Of Silistra Contents I. The Spirit Gate II. Deilcrit III. Of Whelts and Wehrs IV. The Eye of Mnemaat V. Step-sister’s Embrace VI. Nothrace By Night VII. The Bowels of Dey-Ceilneeth VIII. The Carnelian Throne IX. Gardens of Othdaliee X. Imca-Sorr-Aat Estri’s Epilogue Glossary I. The Spirit Gate “Gate!” he bellowed over the storm, his dripping lips at my ear. The deluge had made us sparing of words. Under leathers soaked to thrice their weight, I shivered in spasms. Arms clutched to my sides, I stared into the rain. The driven sheets slashed me for my audacity. Lightning flared, illuminating the |
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