Status Updates From The Left Hand of Darkness

The gave with both hands. No doling out, no counting up. And so Estraven received what they gave us, as a lord among lords or a beggar among beggars, a man among his own people.

Estraven, however, was on the track of his luck, following what appeared to be a hunch or intuition, but may have been applied experience and reasoning.

“It’s found on Earth, and on Hain-Davenant, and on Chiffewar. It is yin and yang. Light is the left hand of darkness…how did it go? Light, dark. Fear, courage. Cold, warmth. Female, male. It is yourself, Therem. Both and one. A shadow on snow.”

He smiled. “With luck we shall make it, and without luck we shall not.”

It was what he said from the start. With all my anxieties, my sense of taking a last desperate gamble, and so on, I had not been realistic enough to believe him. Even now I thought, Surely when we’ve worked this hard -

But the Ice did not know how hard we worked.

“Well in the Handdara…you know, there’s no theory, no dogma…maybe they are less aware of the gap between men and beasts, being more occupied with the likenesses, the links, the whole of which living things are part.” Tormer’s Lay had been all day in my mind, and I said the words:

Light is the left hand of darkness
and darkness the right hand of light.

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