:28:01
Frederique seemed riveted to the
saddle of that colossal horse,
:28:06
his audacities so well
accorded with her own spirit.
:28:14
0ld man, will it take long?
:28:22
I don't know.
:28:24
Some days, the threads sing.
:28:28
0n others, they resist
and tie themselves in knots.
:28:33
I asked you how long.
:28:36
Weeks... months perhaps.
:29:25
This spell, which she accepted
with all her being,
:29:29
reached even
into her solitary moments.
:29:32
She would spent hours before
the tapestry
:29:35
that was slowly taking shape.
:29:39
Fascinated, she watched
the agile hands of the old man,
:29:43
bringing back to life
the great black steed.
:29:46
His fingers, so deftly knotting
the threads,
:29:48
seemed to be weaving with
a fatal logic,
:29:51
her own destiny.