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Editorial Reviews. From School Library Journal. Grade 9 Up—It's hard to be the only normal one in a family in which everyone has a Talent that allows them to. Tamsin Greene comes from a long line of witches, and she was supposed to be one of the most Talented among them. But Tamsin's magic never showed up. Once a Witch book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Your daughter will be one of the most powerful we have ever seen i.
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Paperity: the 1st multidisciplinary aggregator of Open Access journals & papers. Free fulltext PDF articles from hundreds of disciplines, all in one place. Carolyn MacCullough pdf epub ebooks. Games more a Witch to the region were planned or have Annette. story, “When I Was A Witch”. times, and on this particular day they seemed to all happen at once, and some . One thing I decided at once–not to tell a soul.
This guy went away when she was seven years old, and reappeared only two days ago! They haven't had any conversation about her sister! It's a minor detail sure, but it niggles. This whole not-being-in-contact for ten years also makes the romance very implausible. I've met childhood friends after several years myself, and we tend to treat each other like polite acquaintances, not fall instantly in love!
Also, Tamsin's grandmother and family keep her Talent from her for no good reason that I can fathom. Sure, her grandmother says if she knows about her talent, things will turn out differently, but how?
There is no explanation of why telling her about her powers would have been detrimental to the situation. And then there is the time travel. Time is a tricky, delicate subject, not something beginners should be playing around with. MacCullough's version of time travel and its consequences is as limp as week-old lettuce.
And by the way, Ms. MacCullough, I teach dance and if there's one thing I know, it's that nobody magically picks up the waltz without at least some basic instruction, no matter how good your partner is.
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Twirling across a dance floor the first time you waltz? Not happening. I know I've been ranting, but Once A Witch is not bad, really. It's fast-paced and a good, light read, even if it's nothing noteworthy. It gets about 2. I know, I know, it's bad for you and you shouldn't put it an a YA book, yadda yadda, but I live in a country where men can smoke like a chimney but women smoking garners 'you're the devil' looks.
So I'm always not-so-secretly cheering for women smokers. It's her lungs, goddamit! View all 10 comments. Jul 28, Shannon rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Recommended to Shannon by: I have to say I was pretty surprised at how much I liked this book. I've been reading a lot of mediocre teen books lately so I didn't have my hopes up too high when I started this one.
Thankfully, it was a really great book! Tamsin's family is a group of witches, they each have Talents that manifest at around the age of eight. Unfortunately for Tamsin though, her Talent never manifests, but her older sister Rowena is one of the most powerful of the family. Tamsin's forced to live in her sister's I have to say I was pretty surprised at how much I liked this book.
Tamsin's forced to live in her sister's shadow, always feeling like an outsider. Then one day a professor comes in to the family's bookstore where Tamsin is working and asks her to find an object for him.
He's heard that Tamsin's family has a knack for finding lost things. The professor mistakes Tamsin for her sister and asks her to find a special object for him. Not being able to say no, Tamsin takes on the task even though she doesn't have the Talent to do so. Fortunately for Tamsin though, a childhood friend, Gabriel, comes back to live with her family and his Talent is finding lost objects. He agrees to help her and they set upon locating what the professor asked her to find, but is it really something that should be found?
One of the main things I liked about this novel was that each of the witches have special powers. It's kind of like wicca and X-Men combined, strangely enough. One witch can persuade anyone to do anything with their voice, another can freeze people, and yet another can control fire. And the Talents are handled in a way that's not cheesy at all.
Tamsin herself is a great heroine. She's spunky and smart, and even though she has her differences with her family, especially her sister, she still loves them and cares for them. Her rebellious nature stems from always feeling like the black sheep of the family, and she really just wants to belong with the rest of them. I really liked the whole mystery within the story and I was increasingly curious as to how everything would play out. You can kind of tell how things will go but you're still left wondering at times.
Honestly, this book caught me by surprise. I wasn't expecting much but it turned out this was a really engaging read. I'm hoping the author is going to write a sequel soon, because I can't wait to find out what's going to happen next!
View all 4 comments. This book is about Tamsin who is born into a family with great expectations. They are all Talented meaning that they all have specific powers that they are able to use.
Her grandmother predicts that she will be the strongest and most powerful Talented witch. Her family is ecstatic and expect the best from her. They are disappointed to realize that she has no powers. Feeling like an outsider, she tries to stay away from her family and be like a normal 17 year old girl. This ends when she is at he This book is about Tamsin who is born into a family with great expectations.
This ends when she is at her family business and a case of mistaken identity arises. She feels that this is her one opportunity to show her family that she i useful and is determined to find this person's lost heirloom.
While reading this book the second time and being much wiser only slightly I realize that this book is kind of cliche. Let's see what that means: More detailed list: More powerful elder sister?
Attractive former best friend who she'll fall for? Typical bad and power-hungry guy? Unlikely hero in the beginning? Turns out to be a superhero?
Now let's go through them. Her old sister Rowena is seemingly perfect. She is beautiful, powerful, and has everything that Tamsin wants. Rowena likes to make Tamsin feel bad or uncomfortable. A main example in the book is when she shows a complete stranger their house while making a show of causing Tamsin discomfort.
Hot Ex-Best Friend is the typical character that Tamsin would fall for. Even though he wasn't around for a while, they both have instantaneous feelings for each other after being away for many years. This was a little doubtful but it was still pretty well done. The bad guy seemed pretty obvious but I'm not going to say any more about that just in case you don't see that. He uses Tamsin's family hoping to get more powerful for himself and get back at them. He is slightly insane sounding typical and will stop at nothing.
Without these typical components, I feel that the book would have been a little better and been less predictable. Tamsin, in the beginning, is a typical teenager and moody. She tries to emphasize what her family has done to her even though it isn't that bad. There was a lot of action in this book along with some suspense.
The awesome time-travel helped this. They were always concerned about what the consequences would be but they acted anyway. The characters were witty and very funny. I liked Gabriel since he did genuinely care about Tamsin even though he wouldn't always agree with her. Tamsin was a great heroine. She was able to take care of herself. She was smart and calm during some dealings with the villain. Even though she talks bad about her family, she loves them and will do anything to take care of them.
There is a coming-of-age on her part since she changes her views and powers through out the book. She goes from a winy teenager to a mature young woman throughout the book. It does lead into another book that I've already read but will re-read since they are still good books the second time around. Feb 06, Kim rated it it was amazing Shelves: This was great! I like Tamsin and Gabriel a lot a little more action would have been nice but if I had a sister like Rowena I'd be in jail before my thirteenth birthday.
View all 11 comments. Apr 02, Wendy Darling rated it really liked it Shelves: Can't wait for book two! When I first started reading I got really excited since the plot moves at a really fast pace and I found myself being glued to the pages. I only stopped because I had already spent the better part of my evening reading and this annoying thing called real life kept demanding my attention.
I assume that if I had read the book in one go as some of my booker friends did I would have been captivated by the fast-moving plot, the sweet romance and the likeable characters and probably would have ended up rating it 4 stars. View all 15 comments. Despite a promising start, this book really didn't turn out very good for me. I had a hard time swallowing the resolution, since it didn't involve any measure of apology on the part of her family for estranging her all those years.
One moment she's the bitter black sheep with no measure of witchy Talent, the next she is the most powerful witch of them all, ready to defend her family with her life despite the perpetuated lies they used to alienate her since she was 8 years old.
The book seemed to Despite a promising start, this book really didn't turn out very good for me. The book seemed to be headed in a certain moral direction, one which celebrated individuality rather than following blindly in the footsteps of our ancestors, but in its stead there seemed a message that our destinies are tied whether we like it or not and, in effect, we don't actually have a choice in the things we do. Perhaps others will get something different from this book, but for me it was a major disappointment.
I also felt the romance was more effectual when both main characters were sharing in their feelings of seclusion due to their own opposite differences. It was an interesting dynamic that the ending destroyed. While I know a story that starts out with a witch foretold to be most powerful, but who shows no signs of such, will inevitably gain the powers despite the delay I kind of wanted it to go in the other, more unique direction.
As a result I finished the book feeling emotionally hollow rather than fulfilled. View 1 comment.
Jan 28, Anne Osterlund rated it really liked it. The Talentless daughter of a powerful magical family she would prefer to escape. And she has escaped—at least a little, in her dorm at prep school.
She claims she can find it. Well, almost all. There is Gabriel, the young man from her past who seems not at all disturbed by the fact that she never developed her powers. And not too disturbed by the idea of breaking the rules in order to take her back through time. The other characters were a lot of fun as well: Whatever it is. Looking forward to the sequel. View all 13 comments. Apr 11, Kristi rated it liked it. Tamsin was a very relatable character.
I loved the dynamics of her family and how even though it was so huge everyone was close in their own ways. Characterization was great, even with the secondary characters. I would have liked to seen the relationship between Gabriel and Tamsin a little more developed. I know they were supposed to have a history, but it still felt like there was something missing. Although, I did enjoy the comic relief that Gabriel provided.
The plot was interesting Anyway, the plot was engaging! A little mystery, a dash of romance, all rolled up into a ball of intrigue! Delivers one magical novel! Overall, it was just fun. Jul 26, Emma Michaels rated it it was amazing. I sat down to read it last night but was interrupted so the first chance I got today I started.
I went so far as to not even put it down to blow dry my hair making this a very bad hair day because I got completely distracted by the book and so sucked in that I blow dried my hair until it was just a little too dry. This book was very well written and I have to admit I am impressed by the author. It was such a smooth read and as you breeze through the pages you fall more and more in love with not only the fun loving characters and all their quirky characteristics and abilities but with her writing style.
This is such a wonderful story and I am looking forward to a sequel! There is just a little bit of everything in it. Romance, hate, sibling rivalry and of course the fantasy essence the story weaves so beautifully. I look forward to reading more novels by Carolyn MacCullough. If all of her characters are as easy to relate to and lovable as Tamsin then she is sure to bring us many more enjoyable YA novels. I do believe this is the perfect novel to have started out my year and hope you all will read it too and enjoy it equally as much as I did.
For more visit my blog: View all 5 comments. Nov 11, Flannery rated it really liked it Shelves: Wowzers, this book moves at breakneck speed. There were a lot of characters, a lot of powers, a ton of plot, and Carolyn MacCullough packed it all into a shorter book. Did I enjoy it? Jul 31, Cristina rated it it was amazing.
I have no idea why did I give this book 3 stars when I first read it I mean Kerumitan dunia sihir Bagian awal novel ini tidak memberikan sensasi kejut yang hampir membuat saya berhenti karena bosan. Apalagi dari segi kalimat per kalimatnya terasa sulit dicerna otak saya yang pas-pasan ini. Entahlah, apakah dari novel aslinya memang sulit ataukah tersebab gaya penerjemahannya.
Saya tak tahu. Yang jelas, memang ada sedikit ganjalan ketika menyimak rangkaian kalimatnya. Banyak sekali adegan yang dibuat dengan kata berulang: Liuk-liuk, jari-jari, gerakan-gerakan, komat-kamit Dan, hal tersebut terjadi hampir di banyak bagian novel ini. Saya jadi kepengin mengecek naskah aslinya, apakah adegan tersebut memang berulang. Just curious.
Untunglah, saya tidak jatuh dalam kebosanan yang berkelanjutan. Begitu sampai pada adegan Tamsin, Rowena, dan Alistair dipertemukan dalam satu scene , suasana mencekam dunia sihir kuno mulai menyedot perhatian saya. Dimulai dari situlah, Once a Witch menyihir saya hingga ke lembar halaman terakhirnya. Pada saat ini, menemukan cerita Young Adult bertema paranormal atau supranatural dengan taburan tokoh-tokoh dunia dongeng: Namun, menemukan novel paranormal atau supranatural dengan racikan baru lah yang susah.
Bagi saya, Carolyn berhasil menemukan ramuan baru dengan membangun sebuah dunia sihir kuno yang suram, mencekam, dan sulit ditebak bagaimana ujungnya. Meskipun tidak terlihat adanya makhluk-makhluk aneh dunia ghaib, namun beberapa unsur fantasy mampu menjaga intensitas ceritanya. Kisah tentang penyihir ber-Talenta, perjalanan melintas waktu, perjanjian berdarah, pertarungan hidup-mati antara penyihir putih dan penyihir hitam, adalah unsur-unsur fantasy yang cukup untuk membawa imajinasi saya bergentayangan menembus batas-batas logika dan rasionalitas.
Meskipun, premisnya tetaplah sama, penyihir putih dijamin menang, namun Carolyn mampu menjaga konfliknya agar ending tidak berakhir dengan mudah. Ia menyelipkan twist di sana-sini yang bikin saya gemes.
Dan, saya yang sudah menyadari bahwa buku ini memiliki sekuel tidak lagi merasa canggung begitu ending dibuat menggantung. Namun, meskipun berhasil membuat ramuan baru, toh sebenarnya hal tersebut bukanlah hal yang sepenuhnya baru.
Tapi, saya tak akan menghakiminya. Pada kondisi saat ini, saya cenderung mengabaikan kebaruan cerita. Apabila ketika membaca merasa menemukan sesuatu yang baru ya It was a great mystery and I can't wait for the next book about Tamsin and her family. Witchy GoodnessBy Christina A Reader of Fictions I just devoured this novel from the first page, which is set in a bookstore by the way what's not to love?
The Talents are similar to some other stories I have read, most recently those in the Alcatraz Smedry series by Brandon Sanderson, although he did something quite different with them.
The writing is good, the characters are interesting and the plot draws you in and keeps you there. Tamsin was easy to relate to from the get-go.
Most everyone has felt like an outsider at some point or had sibling issues although not me, as I'm an only child or wished desperately for some special talent.
She has a bit of an edge to her, which I appreciate for the most part. She sneaks out to bars to drink beer and watch bands with her roommate Agatha. She's sarcastic with her family. In addition, she adapts well to all crisis situations, trying desperately to make things work out; even though she doesn't always succeed, it's awesome that she tries, rather than sitting idly by waiting for a savior.
My one big complaint about Tamsin is the scene where she smokes a cigarette in her room. Blah blah rebellion blah blah badass. I really hate smoking, because, well, it's awful. However, what really bugs me about this scene is that it has so little bearing on the rest of the book.
It seems so out of place. Tamsin never smokes again, nor does anyone else mention her doing so.
I can't help wondering if she was a smoker originally and most of it got edited out. Either way, it struck me as clunky and gross.
Gabriel was totally awesome.
His talent finding things rocks. He was but fourteen when he killed his first bull, causing jubilation among the huntsmen, and indeed, through all the castle, for there too he was the favorite.
Every day, almost as soon as the sun was up, he went out hunting, and would in general be out nearly the whole of the day. But Watho had laid upon Fargu just one commandment, namely, that Photogen should on no account, whatever the plea, be out until sundown, or so near it as to wake in him the desire of seeing what was going to happen; and this commandment Fargu was anxiously careful not to break; for although he would not have trembled had a whole herd of bulls come down upon him, charging at full speed across the level, and not an arrow left in his quiver, he was more than afraid of his mistress.
When she looked at him in a certain way, he felt, he said, as if his heart turned to ashes in his breast, and what ran in his veins was no longer blood, but milk and water.
So that, ere long, as Photogen grew older, Fargu began to tremble, for he found it steadily growing harder to restrain him.
So full of life was he, as Fargu said to his mistress, much to her content, that he was more like a live thunderbolt than a human being. He did not know what fear was, and that not because he did not know danger; for he had had a severe laceration from the razor-like tusk of a boar -- whose spine, however, he had severed with one blow of his hunting knife, before Fargu could reach him with defense.
When he would spur his horse into the midst of a herd of bulls, carrying only his bow and his short sword, or shoot an arrow into a herd, and go after it as if to reclaim it for a runaway shaft, arriving in time to follow it with a spear thrust before the wounded animal knew which way to charge, Fargu thought with terror how it would be when he came to know the temptation of the huddle-spot leopards, and the knife-clawed lynxes, with which the forest was haunted.
For the boy had been so steeped in the sun, from childhood so saturated with his influence, that he looked upon every danger from a sovereign height of courage. When, therefore, he was approaching his sixteenth year, Fargu ventured to beg Watho that she would lay her commands upon the youth himself, and release him from responsibility for him. One might as soon hold a tawny-maned lion as Photogen, he said.
Watho called the youth, and in the presence of Fargu laid her command upon him never to be out when the rim of the sun should touch the horizon, accompanying the prohibition with hints of consequences, none the less awful than they were obscure. Photogen listened respectfully, but, knowing neither the taste of fear nor the temptation of the night, her words were but sounds to him. Not meaning she should have light enough to read by, to leave other reasons unmentioned, she never put a book in her hands.
Nycteris, however, saw so much better than Watho imagined, that the light she gave her was quite sufficient, and she managed to coax Falca into teaching her the letters, after which she taught herself to read, and Falca now and then brought her a child's book. But her chief pleasure was in her instrument. Her very fingers loved it and would wander about its keys like feeding sheep.
She was not unhappy. She knew nothing of the world except the tomb in which she dwelt, and had some pleasure in everything she did. But she desired, nevertheless, something more or different. She did not know what it was, and the nearest she could come to expressing it to herself was -- that she wanted more room. Watho and Falca would go from her beyond the shine of the lamp, and come again; therefore surely there must be more room somewhere.
As often as she was left alone, she would fall to poring over the colored bas-reliefs on the walls. These were intended to represent various of the powers of Nature under allegorical similitudes, and as nothing can be made that does not belong to the general scheme, she could not fail at least to imagine a flicker of relationship between some of them, and thus a shadow of the reality of things found its way to her. There was one thing, however, which moved and taught her more than all the rest -- the lamp, namely, that hung from the ceiling, which she always saw alight, though she never saw the flame, only the slight condensation towards the center of the alabaster globe.
And besides the operation of the light itself after its kind, the indefiniteness of the globe, and the softness of the light, giving her the feeling as if her eyes could go in and into its whiteness, were somehow also associated with the idea of space and room. She would sit for an hour together gazing up at the lamp, and her heart would swell as she gazed. She would wonder what had hurt her when she found her face wet with tears, and then would wonder how she could have been hurt without knowing it.
She never looked thus at the lamp except when she was alone. But Falca could not get into the habit of sleeping through the day, and would often leave her alone half the night. Then it seemed to Nycteris that the white lamp was watching over her. As it was never permitted to go out -- while she was awake at least -- Nycteris, except by shutting her eyes, knew less about darkness than she did about light. Also, the lamp being fixed high overhead, and in the center of everything, she did not know much about shadows either.
The few there were fell almost entirely on the floor, or kept like mice about the foot of the walls. Once, when she was thus alone, there came the noise of a far-off rumbling: she had never before heard a sound of which she did not know the origin, and here therefore was a new sign of something beyond these chambers.
Then came a trembling, then a shaking; the lamp dropped from the ceiling to the floor with a great crash, and she felt as if both her eyes were hard shut and both her hands over them. She concluded that it was the darkness that had made the rumbling and the shaking, and rushing into the room, had thrown down the lamp. She sat trembling. The noise and the shaking ceased, but the light did not return. The darkness had eaten it up!
Her lamp gone, the desire at once awoke to get out of her prison. She scarcely knew what out meant; out of one room into another, where there was not even a dividing door, only an open arch, was all she knew of the world. But suddenly she remembered that she had heard Falca speak of the lamp going out: this must be what she had meant?
And if the lamp had gone out, where had it gone? Surely where Falca went, and like her it would come again. But she could not wait. The desire to go out grew irresistible.
She must follow her beautiful lamp! She must find it! She must see what it was about! Now, there was a curtain covering a recess in the wall, where some of her toys and gymnastic things were kept; and from behind that curtain Watho and Falca always appeared, and behind it they vanished.
How they came out of solid wall, she had not an idea, all up to the wall was open space, and all beyond it seemed wall; but clearly the first and only thing she could do was to feel her way behind the curtain.
It was so dark that a cat could not have caught the largest of mice. Nycteris could see better than any cat, but now her great eyes were not of the smallest use to her. As she went she trod upon a piece of the broken lamp. She had never worn shoes or stockings, and the fragment, though, being of soft alabaster, it did not cut, yet hurt her foot. She did not know what it was, but as it had not been there before the darkness came, she suspected that it had to do with the lamp.
She kneeled therefore, and searched with her hands, and bringing two large pieces together, recognized the shape of the lamp.
Therefore it flashed upon her that the lamp was dead, that this brokenness was the death of which she had read without understanding, that the darkness had killed the lamp.
What then could Falca have meant when she spoke of the lamp going out? There was the lamp -- dead indeed, and so changed that she would never have taken it for a lamp, but for the shape! No, it was not the lamp anymore now it was dead, for all that made it a lamp was gone, namely, the bright shining of it. Then it must be the shine, the light, that had gone out! That must be what Falca meant -- and it must be somewhere in the other place in the wall.
She started afresh after it, and groped her way to the curtain. Now, she had never in her life tried to get out, and did not know how; but instinctively she began to move her hands about over one of the walls behind the curtain, half expecting them to go into it, as she supposed Watho and Falca did.
But the wall repelled her with inexorable hardness, and she turned to the one opposite. In so doing, she set her foot upon an ivory die, and as it met sharply the same spot the broken alabaster had already hurt, she fell forward with her outstretched hands against the wall. Something gave way, and she tumbled out of the cavern.
Out BUT alas! The next moment, however, came a great gladness -- a firefly, which had wandered in from the garden. She saw the tiny spark in the distance. With slow pulsing ebb and throb of light, it came pushing itself through the air, drawing nearer and nearer, with that motion which more resembles swimming than flying, and the light seemed the source of its own motion.
My good lamp has been waiting for me here all the time! It knew I would come after it, and waited to take me with it. If it did not know the way, it was yet light; and, because all light is one, any light may serve to guide to more light. If she was mistaken in thinking it the spirit of her lamp, it was of the same spirit as her lamp and had wings. The gold-green jet-boat, driven by light, went throbbing before her through a long narrow passage.
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Suddenly it rose higher, and the same moment Nycteris fell upon an ascending stair. She had never seen a stair before, and found going-up a curious sensation. Just as she reached what seemed the top, the firefly ceased to shine, and so disappeared. She was in utter darkness once more.
But when we are following the light, even its extinction is a guide. If the firefly had gone on shining, Nycteris would have seen the stair turn and would have gone up to Watho's bedroom; whereas now, feeling straight before her, she came to a latched door, which after a good deal of trying she managed to open -- and stood in a maze of wondering perplexity, awe, and delight.
What was it? Was it outside of her, or something taking place in her head? Before her was a very long and very narrow passage, broken up she could not tell how, and spreading out above and on all sides to an infinite height and breadth and distance -- as if space itself were growing out of a trough. It was brighter than her rooms had ever been -- brighter than if six alabaster lamps had been burning in them.
There was a quantity of strange streaking and mottling about it, very different from the shapes on her walls. She was in a dream of pleasant perplexity, of delightful bewilderment. She could not tell whether she was upon her feet or drifting about like the firefly, driven by the pulses of an inward bliss. But she knew little as yet of her inheritance. Unconsciously, she took one step forward from the threshold, and the girl who had been from her very birth a troglodyte stood in the ravishing glory of a southern night, lit by a perfect moon -- not the moon of our northern clime, but a moon like silver glowing in a furnace -- a moon one could see to be a globe -- not far off, a mere flat disk on the face of the blue, but hanging down halfway, and looking as if one could see all around it by a mere bending of the neck.
She looked and felt as if she had been standing there in silent ecstasy from the beginning. She could not in the least have told what was in her mind, but the action was in reality just a begging of the moon to be what she was -- that precise incredible splendor hung in the far-off roof, that very glory essential to the being of poor girls born and bred in caverns.
It was a resurrection -- nay, a birth itself, to Nycteris. What the vast blue sky, studded with tiny sparks like the heads of diamond nails, could be; what the moon, looking so absolutely content with light -- why, she knew less about them than you and I! Immeasurably imperfect it was, but false the impression could not be, for she saw with the eyes made for seeing, and saw indeed what many men are too wise to see.
As she knelt, something softly flapped her, embraced her, stroked her, fondled her. She rose to her feet but saw nothing, did not know what it was. It was likest a woman's breath.
For she knew nothing of the air even, had never breathed the still, newborn freshness of the world. Her breath had come to her only through long passages and spirals in the rock. Still less did she know of the air alive with motion -- of that thrice-blessed thing, the wind of a summer night. It was like a spiritual wine, filling her whole being with an intoxication of purest joy. To breathe was a perfect existence.
It seemed to her the light itself she drew into her lungs. Possessed by the power of the gorgeous night, she seemed at one and the same moment annihilated and glorified.
She was in the open passage or gallery that ran around the top of the garden walls, between the cleft battlements, but she did not once look down to see what lay beneath. Her soul was drawn to the vault above her with its lamp and its endless room.
At last she burst into tears, and her heart was relieved, as the night itself is relieved by its lightning and rain. And now she grew thoughtful. She must hoard this splendor!
What a little ignorance her jailers had made of her! Life was a mighty bliss, and they had scraped hers to the bare bone! They must not know that she knew. She must hide her knowledge -- hide it even from her own eyes, keeping it close in her bosom, content to know that she had it, even when she could not brood on its presence, feasting her eyes with its glory.
She turned from the vision, therefore, with a sigh of utter bliss, and with soft quiet steps and groping hands stole back into the darkness of the rock. What was darkness or the laziness of Time's feet to one who had seen what she had that night seen? She was lifted above all weariness -- above all wrong. When Falca entered, she uttered a cry of terror. But Nycteris called to her not to be afraid, and told her how there had come a rumbling and shaking, and the lamp had fallen.
Then Falca went and told her mistress, and within an hour a new globe hung in the place of the old one. Nycteris thought it did not look so bright and clear as the former, but she made no lamentation over the change; she was far too rich to heed it. For now, prisoner as she knew herself, her heart was full of glory and gladness; at times she had to hold herself from jumping up, and going dancing and singing about the room. When she slept, instead of dull dreams, she had splendid visions.
The Great Lamp IT was some time before she had a second opportunity of going out, for Falca since the fall of the lamp had been a little more careful, and seldom left her for long. But one night, having a little headache, Nycteris lay down upon her bed, and was lying with her eyes closed, when she heard Falca come to her, and felt she was bending over her. Disinclined to talk, she did not open her eyes, and lay quite still.
Satisfied that she was asleep, Falca left her, moving so softly that her very caution made Nycteris open her eyes and look after her -- just in time to see her vanish -- through a picture, as it seemed, that hung on the wall a long way from the usual place of issue.
She jumped up, her headache forgotten, and ran in the opposite direction; got out, groped her way to the stair, climbed, and reached the top of the wall.
Had its globe fallen? She looked down to see if it lay anywhere broken to pieces on the carpet below; but she could not even see the carpet. But surely nothing very dreadful could have happened -- no rumbling or shaking; for there were all the little lamps shining brighter than before, not one of them looking as if any unusual matter had befallen.
What if each of those little lamps was growing into a big lamp, and after being a big lamp for a while, had to go out and grow a bigger lamp still -- out there, beyond this out?
But it ceased, and all was still.
Had it gone out? What would happen next? Perhaps the little lamps had not to grow great lamps, but to fall one by one and go out first? Ah, how delicious! Perhaps they were all coming to her only on their way out after the great lamp! They were all marching slowly out in long lovely file, one after the other, each taking its leave of her as it passed! It must be so: here were more and more sweet sounds, following and fading! The whole of the Out was going out again; it was all going after the great lovely lamp!
She would be left the only creature in the solitary day! Was there nobody to hang up a new lamp for the old one, and keep the creatures from going? She tried to comfort herself by saying that anyhow there would be room out there; but as she said it she shuddered at the thought of empty room.
When next she succeeded in getting out, a half-moon hung in the east: a new lamp had come, she thought, and all would be well. It would be endless to describe the phases of feeling through which Nycteris passed, more numerous and delicate than those of a thousand changing moons. A fresh bliss bloomed in her soul with every varying aspect of infinite nature.
Ere long she began to suspect that the new moon was the old moon, gone out and come in again like herself; also that, unlike herself, it wasted and grew again; that it was indeed a live thing, subject like herself to caverns, and keepers, and solitudes, escaping and shining when it could.
Was it a prison like hers it was shut in?
Where could be the way into it? There were palms with their red-fingered hands full of fruit; eucalyptus trees crowded with little boxes of powder puffs; oleanders with their half-caste roses; and orange trees with their clouds of young silver stars and their aged balls of gold. Her eyes could see colors invisible to ours in the moonlight, and all these she could distinguish well, though at first she took them for the shapes and colors of the carpet of the great room. She longed to get down among them, now she saw they were real creatures, but she did not know how.
She went along the whole length of the wall to the end that crossed the river, but found no way of going down. Above the river she stopped to gaze with awe upon the rushing water. She knew nothing of water but from what she drank and what she bathed in; and as the moon shone on the dark, swift stream, singing lustily as it flowed, she did not doubt the river was alive, a swift rushing serpent of life, going -- out?
And then she wondered if what was brought into her rooms had been killed that she might drink it, and have her bath in it. Once when she stepped out upon the wall, it was into the midst of a fierce wind. The trees were all roaring. Great clouds were rushing along the skies and tumbling over the little lamps: the great lamp had not come yet.
All was in tumult. The wind seized her garments and hair and shook them as if it would tear them from her. What could she have done to make the gentle creature so angry? Or was this another creature altogether -- of the same kind, but hugely bigger, and of a very different temper and behavior? But the whole place was angry! Or was it that the creatures dwelling in it, the wind, and the trees, and the clouds, and the river, had all quarreled, each with all the rest? Would the whole come to confusion and disorder?
But as she gazed wondering and disquieted, the moon, larger than ever she had seen her, came lifting herself above the horizon to look, broad and red, as if she, too, were swollen with anger that she had been roused from her rest by their noise, and compelled to hurry up to see what her children were about, thus rioting in her absence, lest they should rack the whole frame of things.
And as she rose, the loud wind grew quieter and scolded less fiercely, the trees grew stiller and moaned with a lower complaint, and the clouds hunted and hurled themselves less wildly across the sky. And as if she were pleased that her children obeyed her very presence, the moon grew smaller as she ascended the heavenly stair; her puffed cheeks sank, her complexion grew clearer, and a sweet smile spread over her countenance, as peacefully she rose and rose.
But there was treason and rebellion in her court; for ere she reached the top of her great stairs, the clouds had assembled, forgetting their late wars, and very still they were as they laid their heads together and conspired. Then combining, and lying silently in wait until she came near, they threw themselves upon her and swallowed her up.
Down from the roof came spots of wet, faster and faster, and they wetted the cheeks of Nycteris; and what could they be but the tears of the moon, crying because her children were smothering her?
Nycteris wept too and, not knowing what to think, stole back in dismay to her room. The next time, she came out in fear and trembling. There was the moon still! The Sunset. On a great white horse he swept over the grassy plains, glorying in the sun, fighting the wind, and killing the buffaloes. One morning, when he happened to be on the ground a little earlier than usual, and before his attendants, he caught sight of an animal unknown to him, stealing from a hollow into which the sunrays had not yet reached.
Like a swift shadow it sped over the grass, slinking southward to the forest. He gave chase, noted the body of a buffalo it had half eaten, and pursued it the harder. But with great leaps and bounds the creature shot farther and farther ahead of him, and vanished.
Turning therefore defeated, he met Fargu, who had been following him as fast as his horse could carry him. As soon as the sun is down, he will be brave enough. But alas! He did not ride so hard, and did not kill one buffalo. Fargu to his dismay observed also that he took every pretext for moving farther south, nearer to the forest.
But all at once, the sun now sinking in the west, he seemed to change his mind, for he turned his horse's head and rode home so fast that the rest could not keep him in sight.
When they arrived, they found his horse in the stable and concluded that he had gone into the castle. But he had in truth set out again by the back of it. Crossing the river a good way up the valley, he reascended to the ground they had left, and just before sunset reached the skirts of the forest. The level orb shone straight in between the bare stems, and saying to himself he could not fail to find the beast, he rushed into the wood. But even as he entered, he turned and looked to the west.
The rim of the red was touching the horizon, all jagged with broken hills. The moment the sun began to sink among the spikes and saw edges, with a kind of sudden flap at his heart a fear inexplicable laid hold of the youth; and as he had never felt anything of the kind before, the very fear itself terrified him.
As the sun sank, it rose like the shadow of the world and grew deeper and darker. He could not even think what it might be, so utterly did it enfeeble him. When the last flaming scimitar edge of the sun went out like a lamp, his horror seemed to blossom into very madness.
Like the closing lids of an eye -- for there was no twilight, and this night no moon -- the terror and the darkness rushed together, and he knew them for one. He was no longer the man he had known, or rather thought himself. The courage he had had was in no sense his own -- he had only had courage, not been courageous; it had left him, and he could scarcely stand -- certainly not stand straight, for not one of his joints could he make stiff or keep from trembling.
Once a Witch
He was but a spark of the sun, in himself nothing. The beast was behind him -- stealing upon him!
He turned. All was dark in the wood, but to his fancy the darkness here and there broke into pairs of green eyes, and he had not the power even to raise his bow hand from his side. In the strength of despair he strove to rouse courage enough -- not to fight -- that he did not even desire -- but to run. Courage to flee home was all he could ever imagine, and it would not come. But what he had not was ignominiously given him.
A cry in the wood, half a screech, half a growl, sent him running like a boar-wounded cur. It was not even himself that ran, it was the fear that had come alive in his legs; he did not know that they moved.
But as he ran he grew able to run -- gained courage at least to be a coward.
The stars gave a little light. Over the grass he sped, and nothing followed him. A mere contempt to himself, the self that contemned was a coward with the self it contemned! There lay the shapeless black of a buffalo, humped upon the grass. He made a wide circuit and swept on like a shadow driven in the wind. For the wind had arisen, and added to his terror: it blew from behind him.
He reached the brow of the valley and shot down the steep descent like a falling star. Instantly the whole upper country behind him arose and pursued him! The wind came howling after him, filled with screams, shrieks, yells, roars, laughter, and chattering, as if all the animals of the forest were careering with it.
In his ears was a trampling rush, the thunder of the hoofs of the cattle, in career from every quarter of the wide plains to the brow of the hill above him. He fled straight for the castle, scarcely with breath enough to pant. As he reached the bottom of the valley, the moon peered up over its edge.I have found out all about that. Was it her growing into a sun that did it? And what about the other senseless calamities that Sacajawea has seen in recent years?
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