By Marion Zimmer Bradley
This booklet is the libretto of Mozart's "The Magic Flute" written as excessive delusion. First released in 1985 (epub)
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But everything was reassuringly the same. He sat down cross-legged and skinned the squirrel—carefully not taking his eyes off it—gutted it and cut a dry stick to spit it; then he built up a fire and set the carcass over it to roast. Soon it began to sizzle and sent out the most appetizing smell. While it was cooking, Tamino rinsed and refilled his waterskin, and, stripping to the skin, plunged into the pool to refresh his dusty and sunburned body. He washed his soiled tunic and his leggings and hung them to dry on one of the thorny bushes.
He retained the image in his mind of a profile that was both noble and melancholy, and without thinking he called out, if indeed it was a man: "Hey, there! Hello! Won't you come and talk to me? " Silence. Tamino realized that his heart was pounding against the walls of his chest. Was it only excitement at the thought of encountering something human after a full month of solitude? Or was it fear? There was no sound in the clearing except for the rustle of grasses and insects underfoot. In the distance a bird chirped and there was a merry little whistle—Tamino could not tell whether it was a bird, or some human ound.
He took up his bow and his few remaining arrows, gathered up his cloak and tied it around his waist, carefully extinguished the last coals of his fire, and strode away. He took the path to the northeast, as the otter-woman had directed him, but the character of the land had changed, and he found himself traveling now through thickly forested country. It was almost impossible to see very far ahead or behind in any direction, for there were trees and tangled vines and heavy underbrush, and sometimes they grew so thickly that he could hardly see the sky.
Night’s Daughter by Marion Zimmer Bradley