Irving saw the bobbing of both heads—creature’s and Esquimaux’s—but it took him half a minute before he realized that the orgiastic bass hootings and erotic bagpipe-flute notes were emanating from… the woman. The monstrous thing looming as large as the ice boulders beside it, white bear or demon, was blowing down into her open mouth, playing her vocal cords as if her human throat were a reed instrument. The trills and low notes and bass resonances came louder, faster, more urgently—he saw Lady Silence raise her head and bend her neck one way while the serpentine-necked, triangular-headed
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