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No Man's Child - Chapter 3
Aug. 5th, 2006 09:30 am'But I shall die,' said Aragorn. 'For I am a mortal man, and though being what I am and of the race of the West unmingled, I shall have life far longer than other men, yet that is but a little while.'
ROTK: The Steward and the King
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It is much cold to be working in the garden over water and a tentative fire, but I had little choice. Pale shapes of leaves swirl in the depths of the slick dark mass in the pot as I stir, surfacing briefly as fish that rise in the river. The juice of the woad plant stains my hands, a blue sunk into each line and crevice of my skin up to my elbows. I am grateful for the ragged sheet I have tied about my person, for it now bears streaks and handprints upon it. Though I will scrub, I shall have faint grey fingernails and ghostly hands for days to come. But once this soup of leaves is strained and dried into cakes, it can be used to dye wool a beautiful blue, dark and as rich as the summer sky at twilight, its color hardy against soap, hot water or sun. ( Continued here )
ROTK: The Steward and the King
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It is much cold to be working in the garden over water and a tentative fire, but I had little choice. Pale shapes of leaves swirl in the depths of the slick dark mass in the pot as I stir, surfacing briefly as fish that rise in the river. The juice of the woad plant stains my hands, a blue sunk into each line and crevice of my skin up to my elbows. I am grateful for the ragged sheet I have tied about my person, for it now bears streaks and handprints upon it. Though I will scrub, I shall have faint grey fingernails and ghostly hands for days to come. But once this soup of leaves is strained and dried into cakes, it can be used to dye wool a beautiful blue, dark and as rich as the summer sky at twilight, its color hardy against soap, hot water or sun. ( Continued here )
