Meanwhile

Meanwhile… Somewhere in the Caucasus, in the 11th century… Hard bits of snow’ll sting your face as the slow way is made up the steep path to the pass, wrapped in the horsehide and leather and the heavy steel mail. The wind is loud as it tears about the hanging glaciers, the inertial seracs set by the hand of God above the jagged flanks of the mountain. Your companions in war, gentlemen of the road, climb shortly behind, bonded only by your shared animus towards the Rus, the proto-Russian demon kings in the north. And in the shadows of the ice, in the navy blue crags, in amongst the frozen glyphs, a separated substance’ll linger, a daimonic intelligence, watching you in third person omniscient—a Tolstoyan-reader-deity that you wonder isn’t having a laugh, nightly entertained by your doomed enterprise. But as derision speeds conviction so you’ll continue on, carrying your sword on your back, over the mountains and on into the Empire.

 


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