SCIENCE FICTION: The Moonfall
Book III: The Taming
"a fine conclusion to a major work of the imagination." The
How can I make you see it as
it was? everything we saw and touched and tasted?
In our minds those first hours, and days of hours
on the Moon were stained with the dye of our World's using, and yet, when
we went into that grove, we were more stained than staining! If we had
made some impression, if we changed even then in any smallest way the
seeded Moon, what greater changes was he making in us!
That night, trembling, did I go straight to Atwar,
and take Itsil away from his breast.
So close to him I had never been, that my hands
must touch his body in lifting him away.
He half-leaned, half-lay in the furze bed in the
passage, and she lay along his belly with her mouth at his enlarged breast.
He drowsed as he was used, and surely saw me come to him, his eyes open
under his heavy brow. When I put my hands between Itsil's body and his
belly he did not move, but Itsil started, and her mouth clamped on his
nipple, and her hands clutched in the hair of his chest. To lift her away
was to pull him also towards me - yet I was quick and she released her
hold, and his nipple slid out of her mouth with a slight sound.
Would he snatch her back? No, he did not, and I
took her in against my furze, and carried her across to the seep.
She held herself rigid against me, but did not struggle.
I sat down with her there, and busied myself giving her water. Since she
was taken, I had never held her. She spat at the cloth.
"Stout little Itsil, do not be afraid."
from The Taming, third book of the trilogy, which begins with Moonfall
and continues with The Children
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