TWW Ryan - The Hanged Man.

The Twilight War Ryan - the Hanged man.

(21-10-99)

Ryan slowly slips from the bed, Leigh and Tennyson murmering a bit but not waking, they curl up with each other.
He is carried silently on freshly healed legs to the center of the room.
First one hand drifts up his side, the second rising in front of him.
His heart-beat begins to sound louder, echoing in his ears.
The Rush of this human machine, the pulse that echos the World-drum.
Slowly the meat begins to move as He begins to lift out of the naked dancing form.

Before him stretches the Tapestry.
infinite,
Glittering in the void that he stands in.
A warm hand on his shoulder and a voice that is three voices close to his ear.
"Start there." says the quiet garlic scented voice.
"They are the one's we serve childe, never forget...."

His thin fingers drift over the weave and begin tying the knots and creating new strands.
This is for all of them, he thinks as he repairs the weave.
The magus and the priestess.
The tower and the moon.
and for him, nothing.
for him the pool of water and the rope around his foot.
for him the lone road of sacrifice.

"Never forget childe, we weave for them."
and the so the night went, tying and sniping.
Weaving.

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