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The stillness of the hour just before dawn hushed the air when Lalo again
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conscious of his own identity. The girl Jarveena lay back in her chair,
apparently asleep. His back and shoulder ached furiously. He stretched out
his
arm and flexed his fingers to relieve their cramping, and only then did his
eyes
focus on the canvas before him. -
Did I do that? His first reaction was one he had known before, when hand and
eye
had cooperated unusually well and he had emerged from an intensive bout of
work
amazed at how close he had come to capturing the beauty he saw. But this -
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image of a face whose finely arched nose and perfect brows were framed by
waves
of lustrous hair, of a slenderly curved body whose honey-coloured skin had
the
sheen of the pearls on the floor and whose delicately up-tilted breasts were
tipped with buds of dusky rose - this was that Beauty, fully realized.
Lalo looked from the picture to the girl in the chair and wept, because he
could
see only blurred hints of that beauty in her now, and he knew that the vision
had passed through him like light through a windowpane, leaving him in
the
darkness once more.
Jarveena stirred and yawned, then opened one eye. 'Is he done? I've got to
go
the Esmeralda sails on the early tide.'
'Yes,' answered Enas Yorl, his eyes glowing more brightly than ever as he
turned
the easel for her to see. The painting holds my magic now. Take it with you
and
look at it as you would look into a mirror, and after a time it will become a
mirror, and all will see your beauty as I see it now ...'
Shaking with fatigue and loss, Lalo sat down on the floor. He heard the
rustle
of the sorcerer's robes as he moved to embrace his lady, and after a little
while the sound of the painting being removed and her footsteps going to
the
door. Then Lalo and Enas Yorl were alone.
'Well ... it is done .. .'The sorcerer's voice was fleshless, like wind
whispering through dry leaves. 'Will you take your payment now?'
Lalo nodded without looking at him, afraid to see the body to which that
voice
belonged.
'What shall it be? Gold? Those baubles on the floor?' The pearls rattled as if
they had been nudged by the sorcerer's current equivalent of a toe.
Yes, I will take the gold, and Gilla and I will go and never set eyes on this
place again... The words were on his lips, but every dream he had ever known
was
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'Give me the power you forced on me last night!' Lalo's voice strengthened.
'Give me the power to paint the soul!'
The laughter of Enas Yorl began as the whisper in the sand that precedes
the
simoom, but it grew until Lalo was physically buffeted by the waves of
pressure
in the room. And then, after a little, there was silence again, and the sorcerer
asked, 'Are you quite sure?'
Lalo nodded once more.
'Well, that is a little thing, particularly when you are already... when there
is such a strong desire. I will throw in a few extras -' he said kindly, 'some
souls for you to paint, perhaps a commission or two ...'
Lalo jerked as the sorcerer's hands closed on his head, and for a moment all
the
colours in the rainbow exploded in his brain. Then he found himself on his
feet
by the door with a leather satchel in his hand.
'And the painter's gear ...' continued Enas Yorl. 'I have to thank you not only
for a great service, but for giving me something to look forward to in life.
Master Limner, may your gift reward you as you deserve!'
And then the great brazen door had shut behind him, and Lalo found
himself in
the empty street, blinking at the dawn.
The desert shimmered glassily with heat, appearing as insubstantial as the
mists
in the house of Enas Yorl, but the moist breath of a fountain cooled Lalo's
cheeks. Dazed by the contrasts, the limner found himself wondering whether
this
moment, or indeed any of the past three days, were real or only the
continuation
of some sorcerous dream. But if that were so, he thought as he turned back
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will
provide the skill... the words echoed in Lalo's mind, and then he knew no
more.
The stillness of the hour just before dawn hushed the air when Lalo again
became
conscious of his own identity. The girl Jarveena lay back in her chair,
apparently asleep. His back and shoulder ached furiously. He stretched out
his
arm and flexed his fingers to relieve their cramping, and only then did his
eyes
focus on the canvas before him. -
Did I do that? His first reaction was one he had known before, when hand and
eye
had cooperated unusually well and he had emerged from an intensive bout of
work
amazed at how close he had come to capturing the beauty he saw. But this -
the
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image of a face whose finely arched nose and perfect brows were framed by
waves
of lustrous hair, of a slenderly curved body whose honey-coloured skin had
the
sheen of the pearls on the floor and whose delicately up-tilted breasts were
tipped with buds of dusky rose - this was that Beauty, fully realized.
Lalo looked from the picture to the girl in the chair and wept, because he
could
see only blurred hints of that beauty in her now, and he knew that the vision
had passed through him like light through a windowpane, leaving him in
the
darkness once more.
Jarveena stirred and yawned, then opened one eye. 'Is he done? I've got to
go
the Esmeralda sails on the early tide.'
'Yes,' answered Enas Yorl, his eyes glowing more brightly than ever as he
turned
the easel for her to see. The painting holds my magic now. Take it with you
and
look at it as you would look into a mirror, and after a time it will become a
mirror, and all will see your beauty as I see it now ...'
Shaking with fatigue and loss, Lalo sat down on the floor. He heard the
rustle
of the sorcerer's robes as he moved to embrace his lady, and after a little
while the sound of the painting being removed and her footsteps going to
the
door. Then Lalo and Enas Yorl were alone.
'Well ... it is done .. .'The sorcerer's voice was fleshless, like wind
whispering through dry leaves. 'Will you take your payment now?'
Lalo nodded without looking at him, afraid to see the body to which that
voice
belonged.
'What shall it be? Gold? Those baubles on the floor?' The pearls rattled as if
they had been nudged by the sorcerer's current equivalent of a toe.
Yes, I will take the gold, and Gilla and I will go and never set eyes on this
place again... The words were on his lips, but every dream he had ever known
was
clamouring in his soul.
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'Give me the power you forced on me last night!' Lalo's voice strengthened.
'Give me the power to paint the soul!'
The laughter of Enas Yorl began as the whisper in the sand that precedes
the
simoom, but it grew until Lalo was physically buffeted by the waves of
pressure
in the room. And then, after a little, there was silence again, and the sorcerer
asked, 'Are you quite sure?'
Lalo nodded once more.
'Well, that is a little thing, particularly when you are already... when there
is such a strong desire. I will throw in a few extras -' he said kindly, 'some
souls for you to paint, perhaps a commission or two ...'
Lalo jerked as the sorcerer's hands closed on his head, and for a moment all
the
colours in the rainbow exploded in his brain. Then he found himself on his
feet
by the door with a leather satchel in his hand.
'And the painter's gear ...' continued Enas Yorl. 'I have to thank you not only
for a great service, but for giving me something to look forward to in life.
Master Limner, may your gift reward you as you deserve!'
And then the great brazen door had shut behind him, and Lalo found
himself in
the empty street, blinking at the dawn.
The desert shimmered glassily with heat, appearing as insubstantial as the
mists
in the house of Enas Yorl, but the moist breath of a fountain cooled Lalo's
cheeks. Dazed by the contrasts, the limner found himself wondering whether
this
moment, or indeed any of the past three days, were real or only the
continuation
of some sorcerous dream. But if that were so, he thought as he turned back
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