Fantasy fiction; Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction
Therewith the hippogriff, as if maddened with the day-beams, plunged
like a wild horse, spread wide its rainbow pinions, reared, and took
wing. But the Lord Juss was sprung astride of it, and the grip of his
knees on the ribs of it was like brazen clamps. The firm land seemed
to rush away beneath him to the rear; the lake and the shore and
islands thereof showed in a moment small and remote, and the figures
of the Queen and his companions like toys, then dots, then shrunken to
nothingness, and the vast silence of the upper air opened and received
him into utter loneliness. In that silence earth and sky swirled like
the wine in a shaken goblet as the wild steed rocketed higher and
higher in great spirals. A cloud billowy-white shut in the sky before
them; brighter and brighter it grew in its dazzling whiteness as they
sped towards it, until they touched it and the glory was dissolved in a
grey mist that grew still darker and colder as they flew till suddenly
they emerged from the further side of the cloud into a radiance of
blue and gold blinding in its glory. So for a while they flew with no
set direction, only ever higher, till at length obedient to Juss’s
mastery the hippogriff ceased from his sports and turned obediently
westward, and so in a swift straight course, mounting ever, sped over
Ravary towards the departing night. And now indeed it was as if they
had verily overtaken night in her western caves. For the air waxed
darker about them and always darker, until the great peaks that stood
round Ravary were hidden, and all the green land of Zimiamvia, with its
plains and winding waters and hills and uplands and enchanted woods,
hidden and lost in an evil twilight. And the upper heaven was ateem
with portents: whole armies of men skirmishing in the air, dragons,
wild beasts, bloody streamers, blazing comets, fiery strakes, with
other apparitions innumerable. But all silent, and all cold, so that
Juss’s hands and feet were numbed with the cold and his moustachios
stiff with hoar-frost.
[Illustration: HIPPOGRIFF IN FLIGHT.]
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