Аннотация
The Knight
Gene Wolfe
Dedicated with the greatest respect to Yves Meynard, author of The Book Of Knights
The Riders
Who treads those level lands of gold,The level fields of mist and air,And rolling mountains manifoldAnd towers of twilight over there?No mortal foot upon them strays,No archer in the towers dwells,But feet too airy for our waysGo up and down their hills and dells.The people out of old romance,And people that have never been,And those that on the border danceBetween old history and betweenResounding fable, as the kingWho held his court at Camelot.There Guinevere is wanderingAnd there the knight Sir Lancelot.And by yon precipice of white,As steep as Roncesvalles, and more,Within an inch of fancy’s sight,Roland the peerless rides to war.And just the tip of Quixote’s spear,The greatest of them all by far,Is surely visible from here!But no: it is the Evening Star.—Lord Dunsany
Ben, look at this first.
I have been read...
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