At this point, most of the knights at the feast had either retreated to their respective quarters, or had made temporary residence on the floor of the banquet hall. As I began to clean the lavish mess left by the drunken knights, I heard a faint bell in the distance. With every heartbeat the bell grew louder until it rang throughout the banquet hall. The few who were still conscious in the hall began to panic, rising from their seats and leaving the hall in a flurry. “What is happening?” Marin asked. I shrugged my shoulders, “let’s find out.” We followed the surge of servants out of the keep and to the city wall. Walking to the edge, I peered over the top to see the sprawling city of Aberlan illuminated during the night. One of the servants …show more content…
Everyone on the wall now noticed it and sat there in silence, watching. Several heartbeats later a second point of light appeared in the hills, and then another and another until I could no longer keep track. The glowing fiery points eventually appeared in a line, which undulated like a snake through the hilltops. “It the devil’s serpent come to punish us!” a woman on the wall cried. Her words hung in the air on a quiver and shot through the crowd of servants. Those around the woman looked at her skeptically, but quickly fixed their glance back on the fiery serpent in the hills. Marin looked at me, eyes …show more content…
We forced our way through several other rooms until we had distanced ourselves from the banquet hall. The last door we pushed open led us through a long hallway with another tall door at the end. “Maybe there’s a way to the top of the keep, and from there we can scale down over the city walls,” Marin suggested. We opened the tall door and entered a room full of luxuries. Finely carved furnishings inlaid with gold and silver occupied the center of the room, while shelves and shelves of precious ornaments and gems lined the walls. Marin ran to a chest nearest the door and opened it. Marin gasped as gold coin spilled out over the top. “Aden, look! This must be the King’s treasury!” Looking around, I noticed motes of glittering dust suspended in the air. “There must be light getting in from somewhere,” I spoke aloud. In the corner of the room, a weak bar of sunlight streamed from a barred window. After several kicks it gave way to a terrace. Peaking out the window I saw a ladder that led to the top of the
And in this time she saw, as she thought, devils open their mouths, all inflamed with burning flames of fire as if they should have swallowed her in, sometimes menacing her, sometimes threatening her, sometimes pulling and hailing her both night and day during the foresaid time” (Kempe 7).
Erasmus was led to the marble stair, and up to the palace dome. Everyone always wondered what was in that room but now one ever got the chance to know. To Erasmus surprise all there was in the room was an old
Crossing the porch where we had dined that June night three months before, I came to a small rectangle of light which I guessed was the pantry window. The blind was drawn, but I found a rift at the sill.
Just then the speech stopped and there was abrupt silence. Then the king yelled,” Let the entertainment begin!” All six knights galloped out onto the field with a banner. All of the crowds cheered. Then they jumped off their horses and traded out their banner with a jousting stick.
A long groaning creak drew Mark from his reverie. Pale candlelight bathed their faces as they entered the East Wing. The East Wing was a series of rooms that had more spells protecting it than the Lamia Council room. It was used for many things, receiving dignitaries and other guests, providing shelter for those in need and concealing what needed hiding. It now held a s...
654, line 1&2). The sunlight motion suggesting a “balance of upward and downward, rising and falling” (Harris, J. 2004), resplendent in nature and indirectly influences the reader spiritually and emotionally. Jane Kenyon’s Let Evening Come (1990), uses sunlight to project an image of a slow moving late afternoon sun, which will soon slip into the darkness of night. The light through the “chinks in the barn” (Kenyon, 1990, pg. 654, line 2), gives me the sense of an aging body and soul fading into the darkness.
“O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!/ Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?/ Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical!/ Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb!/ Despisèd substance of divinest show/ Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st” (III ii
woman, and man. The serpent’s punishment was that it had to slither the rest of its life and that serpent would be inferior to mankind. The woman’s punishment entailed becoming the
All the shiny items to the back of the room caught my eye instantly because they appeared to look rich and prestigious. On the right of the big main entrance door in front, there was a silver tree, and on the opposite side of the room on the left side of the door, there was a gold tree. Money hangs on the tree, and I thought that was an interesting feature to have. As I looked around the room, I noticed the red carpet below me, and everyone was sitting on small rectangular pillows. The main speaker told me that pillows were located in the big container next to me, so I grabbed one and sat down. The...
Terrence had only walked about a block when he came across a five story, sun bleached inn. He walked inside the dusty old building and looked towards the check-in desk. There were rows upon rows of keys that decorated the walls. Small paintings of hibiscus and the islands wildlife dotted the walls. A honeyed voice spoke from behind him.
“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
...giving out meals to the soldiers on the wall, she saw the siege tower pop out of the forest right next to the wall. She was surprised and accidentally threw her lamp onto to the tower which sent it up into flames. All the rats ran back to their camp.
The sun was setting. The house didn’t know. The house was not aware that it had been alone for many sunsets. The purple, red, yellow shades shone incandescently onto the house, casting it in a certain glow could leave a bystander awe-struck. The house didn’t know.
When I was a child I used to be frightened of entering such a place for it seemed so imposing and somewhat dangerous, especially when music was being played. One day, in order to keep a promise I had made, I saw myself forced to enter. It took me quite a while to get the courage to pass through the old oak door, but the moment I stepped in, I realized just how enchanting and breathtaking this building could be. Its fantastic architecture and exquisite frescoes reflect perfectly the unity between this earth and the unseen kingdom of angels in such a manner that one cannot say where one ends and the other begins. The way in which the church was built is also the vivid testimony of a medieval period. Although it is a place that can sometimes be cold and ask for respect it is where prayers are answered and magic is done. An overwhelming feeling of inner harmony takes over you once you enter and God seems much closer. Darkness and light are welded perfectly together creating Redemption’s house. The tower allows you to see the entire town from the smallest river to the biggest building site, offering you its mightiness.