Thought and Memory

It was Unaturally silent in the darkness. Even the pulsing of the tree itself had stopped.

 

There was no wind, no sound.

Then it came.

 

He saw that, inexplicably, a mist was rising from the floor of the forest... But no, not inexplicably: a mist was rising because it was meant to rise.

 

What could be explained in this place?

 

With difficulty he turned his head, first one way, then the other. There were two birds on the brances, ravens, both of them.

 

I know these, he thought, no longer capable of surprise. They are named Memory and Thought.

I learned this long ago...

 

-Guy Gavriel Kay

(exerpt from the Summer Tree, Book one of The Fionavar Tapestry)

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