[A Prince of Cornwall by Charles W. Whistler]@TWC D-Link bookA Prince of Cornwall CHAPTER XIII 39/41
And I saw that now it touched the stone and crept up on its surface for an inch or less. I suppose that tomorrow that shadow would be so much shorter, and would not lie on the flat top of the stone at all.
Then for a little space the sun would seem to one at the back of the altar to stand on the menhir's top, while all the stone and the bowl where the adder lay was in full light, even as men say the sun seems to stand on the great stone of Stonehenge on Midsummer Day at its rising.
I had seen that wonder once, and this minded me of it. But what Morfed saw told him that midday had come and was passing; and all that meant to him, beyond that the time for some rite had been forgotten, I cannot tell.
There came from his lips a cry that was of terror and of sorrow as I thought, and the adder lifted its head from its lapping and coiled itself menacingly. He did not heed the creature, but threw abroad his hands sunwards, and began to speak hurriedly in that tongue which I could not follow; and as his words went on the faces of his men grew haggard, and one of them wept openly.
The younger threw the golden vessel he had in his hand into the pool, and turned on me a look of the most terrible hate, and his hand stole under his robes as if he sought the knife I had seen him draw when they first came. Now Howel and Evan were beside me, wondering, but spear in hand, and I was glad.
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