Time out of Time: Book One

Time out of Time: Book One — page 3
The girl’s song carried itself on the wind through the night and spread out in the four directions of the compass In the north it disturbed the sleep of a pack of white hounds they stirred restlessly whimpered and barked Their master looked at the sky and wondered why they should travel so soon Nevertheless the hunt would ride when and where it was summoned He saddled his well-muscled horse black as the night sky Then he hooked a polished hunting horn to his belt The hounds would be glad of some exercise and he wouldn’t mind some himself In the east the song reached into the sleep of the one-eyed man and gave him horrible dreams A striped orange cat held in a small trap by his bedside hissed longing for freedom Only hours before it had been hunting for a morsel of food or water In a cage next to the cat a gray rat hunched miserably rubbing its paws over its pointed face The man snorted loudly and called out in his sleep but because he lived alone nobody came In the next room other animals growled or mewled piteously Those without voices merely shifted seeking comfort in cages that gleamed like jewels