Patricia A. McKillip Quote
His hands moved busily among the puppets, choosing, discarding, until they pounced finally on the moon with her crystal eyes and her hands shaped like stars.'I will be the moon,' Kyel said. 'You must make a wish to me.'Lydea slid her fingers into the fox's head, with its sly smile and fiery velvet pelt. 'I wish,' she said, 'that you would take your nap.''No,' the prince said patiently, 'you must make a true wish. And I will grant it because I am the moon.''Then I must make a fox's wish. I wish for an open door to every hen house, and the ability to jump into trees.'The moon sank onto the blue hillock of Kyel's knee. 'Why?''So that I can escape the farmer's dogs when they run after me.''Then you should wish,' the prince said promptly, 'that you could jump as high as the moon.''A good wish. But there are no hens on the moon, and how would I get back to Ombria?'The moon rose again, lifted a golden hand. 'On a star.'The governess smiled. The fox stroked the prince's hair while he shook away the moon and replaced it with the sorceress, who had one amethyst eye and one emerald, and who wore a black cloak that shimmered with ribbons of faint, changing colors.'I am the sorceress who lives underground,' the prince said. 'Is there really a sorceress who lives underground?''So they --' Lydea checked herself, let the fox speak. 'So they say, my lord.''How does she live? Does she have a house?'She paused again, glimpsing a barely remembered tale. 'I think she does. Maybe even her own city beneath Ombria. Some say that she has an ancient enemy, who appears during harsh and perilous times in Ombria's history. Then and only then does the sorceress make her way out of her underground world to fight the evil and restore hope to Ombria.'...The sorceress descended, long nose down on the silk. Kyel picked another puppet up, looked at it silently a moment. The queen of pirates, whose black nails curved like scimitars, whose hair was a rigid knoll in which she kept her weapons, stared back at him out of glittering onyx eyes.
His hands moved busily among the puppets, choosing, discarding, until they pounced finally on the moon with her crystal eyes and her hands shaped like stars.'I will be the moon,' Kyel said. 'You must make a wish to me.'Lydea slid her fingers into the fox's head, with its sly smile and fiery velvet pelt. 'I wish,' she said, 'that you would take your nap.''No,' the prince said patiently, 'you must make a true wish. And I will grant it because I am the moon.''Then I must make a fox's wish. I wish for an open door to every hen house, and the ability to jump into trees.'The moon sank onto the blue hillock of Kyel's knee. 'Why?''So that I can escape the farmer's dogs when they run after me.''Then you should wish,' the prince said promptly, 'that you could jump as high as the moon.''A good wish. But there are no hens on the moon, and how would I get back to Ombria?'The moon rose again, lifted a golden hand. 'On a star.'The governess smiled. The fox stroked the prince's hair while he shook away the moon and replaced it with the sorceress, who had one amethyst eye and one emerald, and who wore a black cloak that shimmered with ribbons of faint, changing colors.'I am the sorceress who lives underground,' the prince said. 'Is there really a sorceress who lives underground?''So they --' Lydea checked herself, let the fox speak. 'So they say, my lord.''How does she live? Does she have a house?'She paused again, glimpsing a barely remembered tale. 'I think she does. Maybe even her own city beneath Ombria. Some say that she has an ancient enemy, who appears during harsh and perilous times in Ombria's history. Then and only then does the sorceress make her way out of her underground world to fight the evil and restore hope to Ombria.'...The sorceress descended, long nose down on the silk. Kyel picked another puppet up, looked at it silently a moment. The queen of pirates, whose black nails curved like scimitars, whose hair was a rigid knoll in which she kept her weapons, stared back at him out of glittering onyx eyes.
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