From "The Worm Ouroboros," E.R. Eddison (1922)

[teenybuffalo]

(From Chapter XIX, "Thremnir's Heugh", full text here)

[...] in a while Spitfire opened his eyes and said, "Draw back the curtains of the bed, for 'tis many a day since I woke up in Owlswick. Or is it night indeed? How went the fight, then?"

His eyes stared at the naked rocks and the naked sky beyond them. Then with a great groan he lifted himself

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[nineweaving]

Therefore have patience; heal thy wounds; and raise forces again.

Thank you.

Nine

[teenybuffalo]

Certainly. I need this myself.

[teenybuffalo]

It absolutely is. And me neither.