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."No, and that is what drew me to you atonce.I saw it in you and knew you were the leader.It is followers who makeleaders, you know, and your shipmates have made you leader, whether you knowit or not.What you want is how shall I say it? You are a clever man,Thorvald, perhaps the cleverest man I have ever met, more even than thescholars I knew in my youth.But your cleverness has had no food.It is a cleverness of the world and not of books.You want to travel and knowabout folk and their customs, and what strange places are like, and what hashappened to men and women in the past.If you take me to Constantinople, itwill not be to get a price for me but merely to go there; you went seafaringbecause this longing itchedfile:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruiswijk/Mijn%20documenten/spaar/Joanna%20Russ%20-%20Souls.htm (41 of 68)22-2-2006 0:46:50Russ, Joanna - Souls.htm at you until you could bear it not a year more; Iknow that.""Then you are a witch," said he, and he was not smiling."No, I only saw what was in your face when you spoke of that city,"said she."Also there is gossip that you spent much time in Göteborg as ayoung man, idling and marveling at the ships and markets when you should havebeen at your farm."She said, "Thorvald, I can feed that cleverness.I am the wisest woman in theworld.I know everything everything! I know more than my teachers; I make itup or it comes to me, I don't know how, but it is real real! and I know morethan anyone.Take me from here, as your slave if you wish but as your friendalso, and let us go to Constantinople and see the domes of gold, and the wallsall inlaid with gold, and the people so wealthy you cannot imagine it, and thewhole city so gilded it seems to be on fire, pictures as high as a wall, setright in the wall and all made of jewels so there is nothing else like them,redder than the reddest rose, greener than the grass, and with a blue thatmakes the sky pale!""You are indeed a witch," said he, "and not the Abbess Radegunde."She said slowly, "I think I am forgetting how to be the AbbessRadegunde.""Then you will not care about them any more," said he, and pointed to SisterHedwic, who was still leading the stumbling Sister Sibihd.The Abbess's face was still and mild.She said, "I care.Do not strike me,Thorvald, not ever again, and I will be a good friend to you.Try to controlthe worst of your men and leave as many of my people free as you can I knowthem and will tell you which can be takenfile:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruiswijk/Mijn%20documenten/spaar/Joanna%20Russ%20-%20Souls.htm (42 of 68)22-2-2006 0:46:50Russ, Joanna - Souls.htm away with the least hurt to themselves or others andI will feed that curiosity and cleverness of yours until you will notrecognize this old world any more for the sheer wonder and awe of it; I swearthis on my life.""Done," said he, adding, "but with my luck, your life is somewhere else,Page 21 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllocked in a box on top of a mountain, like the trolls in the story, or youwill die of old age while we are still at sea.""Nonsense," she said, "I am a healthy, mortal woman with all my teeth, and Imean to gather many wrinkles yet."He put his hand out and she took it; then he said, shaking his head in wonder,"If I sold you in Constantinople, within a year you would become Queen of theplace!"The Abbess laughed merrily and I cried in fear, "Me, too! Take me too!" andshe said, "Oh, yes, we must not forget little Boy News!"and lifted me into her arms.The frightening, tall man, with his face close to mine, said in his strange,sing-song German:"Boy, would you like to see the whales leaping in the open sea and the sealsbarking on the rocks? And cliffs so high that a giant could stretch his armsup and not reach their tops? And the sun shining at midnight?""Yes!" said I."But you will be a slave," he said, "and may be ill-treated and will alwayshave to do as you are bid.Would you like that?""No!" I cried lustily, from the safety of the Abbess's arms, "I'll fight!"file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruiswijk/Mijn%20documenten/spaar/Joanna%20Russ%20-%20Souls.htm (43 of 68)22-2-2006 0:46:50Russ, Joanna - Souls.htmHe laughed a mighty, roaring laugh and tousled my head rather too hard, Ithought and said, "I will not be a bad master, for I am named for ThorRed-beard and he is strong and quick to fight but good-natured, too, and so amI," and the Abbess put me down, and so we walked back to the village, Thorvaldand the AbbessRadegunde talking of the glories of this world and Sister Hedwic sayingsoftly, "She is a saint, our Abbess, a saint, to sacrifice herself for thegood of the people," and all the time behind us, like a memory, came the low,witless sobbing of Sister Sibihd, who was inHell.When we got back we found that Thorfinn was better and theNorsemen were to leave in the morning.Thorvald had a second pallet broughtinto the Abbess's study and slept on the floor with us that night [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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."No, and that is what drew me to you atonce.I saw it in you and knew you were the leader.It is followers who makeleaders, you know, and your shipmates have made you leader, whether you knowit or not.What you want is how shall I say it? You are a clever man,Thorvald, perhaps the cleverest man I have ever met, more even than thescholars I knew in my youth.But your cleverness has had no food.It is a cleverness of the world and not of books.You want to travel and knowabout folk and their customs, and what strange places are like, and what hashappened to men and women in the past.If you take me to Constantinople, itwill not be to get a price for me but merely to go there; you went seafaringbecause this longing itchedfile:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruiswijk/Mijn%20documenten/spaar/Joanna%20Russ%20-%20Souls.htm (41 of 68)22-2-2006 0:46:50Russ, Joanna - Souls.htm at you until you could bear it not a year more; Iknow that.""Then you are a witch," said he, and he was not smiling."No, I only saw what was in your face when you spoke of that city,"said she."Also there is gossip that you spent much time in Göteborg as ayoung man, idling and marveling at the ships and markets when you should havebeen at your farm."She said, "Thorvald, I can feed that cleverness.I am the wisest woman in theworld.I know everything everything! I know more than my teachers; I make itup or it comes to me, I don't know how, but it is real real! and I know morethan anyone.Take me from here, as your slave if you wish but as your friendalso, and let us go to Constantinople and see the domes of gold, and the wallsall inlaid with gold, and the people so wealthy you cannot imagine it, and thewhole city so gilded it seems to be on fire, pictures as high as a wall, setright in the wall and all made of jewels so there is nothing else like them,redder than the reddest rose, greener than the grass, and with a blue thatmakes the sky pale!""You are indeed a witch," said he, "and not the Abbess Radegunde."She said slowly, "I think I am forgetting how to be the AbbessRadegunde.""Then you will not care about them any more," said he, and pointed to SisterHedwic, who was still leading the stumbling Sister Sibihd.The Abbess's face was still and mild.She said, "I care.Do not strike me,Thorvald, not ever again, and I will be a good friend to you.Try to controlthe worst of your men and leave as many of my people free as you can I knowthem and will tell you which can be takenfile:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruiswijk/Mijn%20documenten/spaar/Joanna%20Russ%20-%20Souls.htm (42 of 68)22-2-2006 0:46:50Russ, Joanna - Souls.htm away with the least hurt to themselves or others andI will feed that curiosity and cleverness of yours until you will notrecognize this old world any more for the sheer wonder and awe of it; I swearthis on my life.""Done," said he, adding, "but with my luck, your life is somewhere else,Page 21 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllocked in a box on top of a mountain, like the trolls in the story, or youwill die of old age while we are still at sea.""Nonsense," she said, "I am a healthy, mortal woman with all my teeth, and Imean to gather many wrinkles yet."He put his hand out and she took it; then he said, shaking his head in wonder,"If I sold you in Constantinople, within a year you would become Queen of theplace!"The Abbess laughed merrily and I cried in fear, "Me, too! Take me too!" andshe said, "Oh, yes, we must not forget little Boy News!"and lifted me into her arms.The frightening, tall man, with his face close to mine, said in his strange,sing-song German:"Boy, would you like to see the whales leaping in the open sea and the sealsbarking on the rocks? And cliffs so high that a giant could stretch his armsup and not reach their tops? And the sun shining at midnight?""Yes!" said I."But you will be a slave," he said, "and may be ill-treated and will alwayshave to do as you are bid.Would you like that?""No!" I cried lustily, from the safety of the Abbess's arms, "I'll fight!"file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruiswijk/Mijn%20documenten/spaar/Joanna%20Russ%20-%20Souls.htm (43 of 68)22-2-2006 0:46:50Russ, Joanna - Souls.htmHe laughed a mighty, roaring laugh and tousled my head rather too hard, Ithought and said, "I will not be a bad master, for I am named for ThorRed-beard and he is strong and quick to fight but good-natured, too, and so amI," and the Abbess put me down, and so we walked back to the village, Thorvaldand the AbbessRadegunde talking of the glories of this world and Sister Hedwic sayingsoftly, "She is a saint, our Abbess, a saint, to sacrifice herself for thegood of the people," and all the time behind us, like a memory, came the low,witless sobbing of Sister Sibihd, who was inHell.When we got back we found that Thorfinn was better and theNorsemen were to leave in the morning.Thorvald had a second pallet broughtinto the Abbess's study and slept on the floor with us that night [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]