By Marion Zimmer Bradley, Diana L. Paxson
The complete sweep of the wealthy historical past of Avalon – from the autumn of Atlantis to the founding of a brand new temple at the mist-shrouded isle of england – is ultimately printed during this wonderful tale.
The clergymen and priestesses of Atlantis have recognized for a few years that the ocean Kingdoms have been doomed. yet now the ultimate destruction has arrived they locate themselves much less ready than they'd inspiration for what lies ahead.
Micail and Tiriki, prince and princess of the final island to fall, in addition to priest and priestess, are separated in the course of the ultimate get away. Micail and his cousin, Prince Tjalan, effectively arrive at their deliberate vacation spot, a buying and selling put up within the Hesperides (the British Isles) the place Tjalan loses no time in taking cost. He desires of constant the traditions of Atlantis and founding an excellent new empire – even if the neighborhood tribes love it or no longer. Micail and the opposite clergymen commit themselves to pleasant an historical prophesy that they are going to construct an excellent temple during this new land – and set approximately discovering the way to shift the large blocks of granite that may turn into Stonehenge.
Micail's cherished spouse Tiriki additionally arrives within the Hesperides, yet, blown off-course by way of a typhoon, her send lands at the fallacious shore. She and the aged priest Chedan lead their small workforce in forming a brand new group in concord with the neighborhood inhabitants on the sacred Tor (Glastonbury). as soon as the 2 teams discover one another, clash becomes inevitable.
A deeply relocating and completely convincing story of religion within the face of adversity, jam-packed with memorable characters and haunting landscapes.
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Khattar sought after the stones so that it will make himself preeminent one of the neighborhood tribes. Tjalan sought after them as a focus round which he may well repair the ocean Kingdoms, or perhaps the empire. Naranshada and Ocathrel and lots of the different clergymen sought after them, if in any respect, as a chance to illustrate their abilities, evidence that there have been a few objective of their survival . . . I felt that method at the start, suggestion Micail, and perhaps I nonetheless do. What did Ardral say the opposite day? It’s like sculptors creating a statue of a god—just to determine if it may be performed. And what do i need the recent Temple for? It was once a query he had by no means notion to invite himself until eventually very lately, and now it had develop into a relentless itch in his know-how. “Ah! ” Khattar breathed hoarsely, laying his fat-smeared, beer-sticky hand on Micail’s shoulder. “This, you'll like! Watch! ” there have been rustlings and murmurs from the Women’s facet as numerous of its benches emptied. The younger males all started whistling as a line of ladies moved into the firelight, shawled and skirted in wool and leather-based with lengthy fringes that swung as their our bodies swayed. Necklaces of carved wooden and bone, of jet and of amber, shifted lightly upon younger breasts. With downcast eyes and associated arms they rotated, ft treading a trend as advanced because the beat of the drums, whereas a bone flute twittered and sang. Their narrow our bodies curved and straightened like younger birches on the fringe of the wooded area, like willows beside a rippling flow. Even Micail couldn't aid smiling. “You like our women, definite! ” The king wiped beer from his mustache and grinned. “They are as attractive as younger heifers in a eco-friendly field,” Micail spoke back, and the king shook with deep laughter. “We make a bull of you but, outland guy! ” The servants circulated in the course of the crowd with baskets of nuts and dried berries, the final of the autumn’s bounty, and lots of challenging rounds of cheese. Micail wiped his greasy palms on his tunic and took a handful of nuts, after which a number of berries, ruefully remembering the numerous filigreed bowls choked with scented waters that will, at domestic, were circulating for visitors to cleanse their hands. He additionally overlooked the beautiful glasses brimming with the main aromatic of wines. as a substitute, he could evidently need to drink nonetheless extra of the local beer that used to be already making him think off stability. yet that looked to be the customized here—the males at the outer benches have been it appears that evidently inebriated already—and whilst the following serving woman got here to fill his beaker, Micail didn't item. The dancing maidens undulated again to their region of the corridor, however the drums didn't stop their throbbing beat. the gang, rather than enjoyable into the banter that will sign an finish to a proper rite, sat up even straighter on their benches and waited in excited silence. ultimately the drumming did cease and the extensive doorway opened, its creaking extraordinarily audible within the stillness, and anyone entered. not anyone spotted the entrance final as a narrow determine moved ahead into the firelight—a woman wrapped in a bearskin cloak, her dun-colored hair knotted excessive on her head, with the ends falling down her again in a sleek tail.