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For earthly heart would not suffice |
Natural Disaster challenge: Drought |
They had been at sea almost four months: storm-lost early, they drift now at the mercy of deadly, dry winds in a shoreless sea. All the world is blue and white: blue seas, blue skies, white, white sun burning silver clouds that give no shade. Truth is pitiless, thinks Amandil. They have been abandoned – utterly. His crew is dying – he feels it everyday. Thirst! Hunger hurts less. This salt-sea plain, water to the eye only, horrifies. Faith had watered will strong enough to die for his people; today, his thirst surrenders: Send the storm, Herunúmen – let us drink, and drown! |
Title: stolen from a line of Pearl. |