Realizing that she had something she must show to him, she pulled free
of his embrace and wiped quickly at her tears with one rippling silken
black sleeve and turned to the black stallion.
As the stallion shook his dark head and long shaggy mane, and neighed
and snorted loudly and lifted and clopped his hooves on the street with
a series of heavy thuds, Si'Wren steadied him with her hands, and swung
her arm back to sweep her flowing cape out of her way, and reached up
to pull from one of her saddle bags the ivory cuneiform writing sticks,
and a used clay tablet already covered with writing, in a bamboo frame.
Turning to Habrunt, she smiled her most radiant as she held these up
for his appraisal.
"Aha!" said Habrunt, taking and examining everything carefully.
"You--wrote this?"
Si'Wren nodded vigorously.
Habrunt could not seem to believe his own eyes, as he looked
alternately at Si'Wren and her clay writing tablet.
"I see," he said, and Si'Wren saw that his astonished eyes were full of
surprise and incredulity. "I too, can read and write. Your scribner's
style is well-practiced and most admirable! Of a truth, the Invisible
God has worked a mighty work in your life! Because of your selfless
example of faith before all, Si'Wren, I have been mightily uplifted in
spirit, and inspired to speak the more boldly again of the Invisible
God myself before all!"
Full of astonishment, Si'Wren stared up at him as her eyes lit up in
round-eyed wonder, shocked to the roots by this startling and
unexpected revelation.
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