Child of the 7th Age:
I caught your reference to glinting eyes ... very clever, assuming we're on the same wavelength. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] Of course, Gandalf saw not those eyes, nor will he come to know of them on this journey. * nods appreciation *
Birdland and
Susan!:
Many thanks for your kind compliments. * bows gratitude * [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
As to the question,
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So what's gonna happen now?
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Good question.
For I have the doom of my own Friday the 13th to live through today, and the question applies to my life as well as our story. People have been coming up to me throughout the day, each wishing me farewell in their own manner. One has presented me with the gift of a small travelling bag ... how very appropriate for a Grey Pilgrim! It's been very touching. I'll be missed, and at least I can take that with me now on my road into the unknown.
One of my well-wishers appeared bearing a broken clock. He spoke with me, as if to repair Time itself with words while he set down clock-hands and other parts of the timepiece on my desk, only to pick them up again and set them aright. The metaphor of Time dismantled, I thought to myself. Chills went down my spine, and increased at his words which seemed to read my thoughts, for he knows not that I am Gandalf. But he said to me, "And now for my next trick, I shall reassemble it." Imagine, the reassembling of Time.
Rest assured that the action of Castle Maladil shall proceed apace ... the letter contains a great hope, which shall soon be disclosed to the company, to give them a clearer direction on what to strive for at the Castle.
* bows *
Gandalf the Grey