HH荷鲁斯叛乱14《异端初现》渣翻1(12)
The dark-hulled emissary from the sky was emblazoned with the symbol of the Holy Eagle, fire-blackened from its dive through the atmosphere. Cyrene’s vision twinned, blurring between what she was seeing now and what she’d seen in artistic renderings in childhood. She wasfar from being one of the faithful, but she knew this craft, elaborately brought to life in pictures of vibrant inks on scrolls of parchment.Such imagery was scattered throughout the scriptures.
And she knew why the elders in the crowd were weeping and chanting. They recognised it too, butnot merely from the holy codices. Decades ago, they’d borne witness to the same vehicles arriving from heaven.
Cyrene watched as people fell to their knees, lifting their hands to the starry skies and weeping in prayer.
‘They have returned,’ one old woman was murmuring. She spared a moment from her obeisanceto claw at Cyrene’s flowing shuhlrobe. ‘On your knees, ignorant whore!’
By now, the whole crowd was chanting. When the old woman reached for her leg again, Cyrene shookherself free of the hag’s wrinkled talon.
‘Please don’t touch me,’ Cyrene said. It was tradition never to touch those who wore red shuhlrobes without first gaining the maiden’s permission. In her fervency, the old woman ignored the ancient custom. Her fingernails raked the younger woman’s skin through the street dress’s thin silk.
And she knew why the elders in the crowd were weeping and chanting. They recognised it too, butnot merely from the holy codices. Decades ago, they’d borne witness to the same vehicles arriving from heaven.
Cyrene watched as people fell to their knees, lifting their hands to the starry skies and weeping in prayer.
‘They have returned,’ one old woman was murmuring. She spared a moment from her obeisanceto claw at Cyrene’s flowing shuhlrobe. ‘On your knees, ignorant whore!’
By now, the whole crowd was chanting. When the old woman reached for her leg again, Cyrene shookherself free of the hag’s wrinkled talon.
‘Please don’t touch me,’ Cyrene said. It was tradition never to touch those who wore red shuhlrobes without first gaining the maiden’s permission. In her fervency, the old woman ignored the ancient custom. Her fingernails raked the younger woman’s skin through the street dress’s thin silk.
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