A raft of moonbeams … the ghostly torchlight, like fires in black-and-white films … stars … a few fine filaments of mist… I leaned upon the rail, I looked across the world … Utter silence held the night, the dream-drenched city, the entire universe from here. Distant things—the sea, Amber, Arden, Garnath, the Lighthouse of Cabra, the Grove of the Unicorn, my tomb atop Kolvir … Silent, far below, yet clear, distinct … A god’s eye view, I’d say, or that of a soul cut loose and drifting high … In the middle of the night…
