I Sing of a Maiden

The Horseblog is taking a winter break today. it will be back in the new year, with more horse stories and rants and reflections and odd bits of equine lore.

In the meantime, here is a gift for the season: a story about music, and magic, and living both in and out of time.

I hope you enjoy it.

I Sing of a Maiden

Quiet.

A cold that not quite touched the bone.

Light soft through the fretwork of stone so old and so worn with the touch of hand and body and the moving air that they seemed as fragile as...