Rodela

Sire Rodela circled my head with a loud whine, and I tried to snatch him out of the air.

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So swiftly they followed the king-stag that they vanished while Sire Rodela was still talking about his favorite gazehound bitch.

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“My honey, my sweet,” Rodela buzzed, “I always said you were otherwise than you pretended.”

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Rodela was full of gloating satisfaction to be so enlarged after his confinement as a fly.

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Sire Rodela raised my arms and shouted, “I want light!” in a voice so harsh it scraped my throat.

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I was not at all surprised to see the Dame and Na there too; the Dame watched me gravely, and Na scolded Sire Rodela and shooed him out of the shrine.

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“I knew all about it,” Sire Rodela said, grinning in his lopsided way.

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Sire Rodela lingered, soiling my tongue and buzzing in the small bones of my ears.

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All the while Sire Rodela kept up his mocking buzz, until at last Desire took pity, and kindled her lamp and led me to a narrow instant where all else was forgotten, and the world was as small as the two of us, Galan and me.

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To think of Rodela was to hear him buzz, a sound lurking behind every other sound.

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