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When Thom opened his eyes, the sky was concave over him, as it had been when as children he and Alanna lay on their backs in the grass. So it was now. The once-solid, undeserved wood of his coffin almost threatened to give way when he sat up, digging skeletal fingers hard into the sides.
and I know
He hauled himself out of the long, narrow box; it was an overestimation of his strength, and Thom found himself lying heavy on the earth with his unconscious sister. By instinct, he covered her hand with his own. The moonlight was very bright; the night air very cold. He had a different pulse in his thumb and beside the thick innermost tendon in his wrist. This is how he was:
Tired. And new. And the same.
your hands have
Thom reached for his Gift -- found it whole -- did not use it. In every other aspect, he seemed as he had in his last days: unhealthy, perhaps, but recoverable. He would have laughed if he had only been a little cleaner.
And he remembered how Roger had been, how strong and pleasant and quick on his feet. Roger, who had moved with such grace from his old tomb, had made him such a deep, fulsome bow -- Thom had thought it his due, then. And had planned with him designs for living.
been in the
What he thought of Roger, as Adam helped him to stand, was at last:
I'll show you.
grave
and I know
He hauled himself out of the long, narrow box; it was an overestimation of his strength, and Thom found himself lying heavy on the earth with his unconscious sister. By instinct, he covered her hand with his own. The moonlight was very bright; the night air very cold. He had a different pulse in his thumb and beside the thick innermost tendon in his wrist. This is how he was:
Tired. And new. And the same.
your hands have
Thom reached for his Gift -- found it whole -- did not use it. In every other aspect, he seemed as he had in his last days: unhealthy, perhaps, but recoverable. He would have laughed if he had only been a little cleaner.
And he remembered how Roger had been, how strong and pleasant and quick on his feet. Roger, who had moved with such grace from his old tomb, had made him such a deep, fulsome bow -- Thom had thought it his due, then. And had planned with him designs for living.
been in the
What he thought of Roger, as Adam helped him to stand, was at last:
I'll show you.
grave