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Burning Bright
Afteralltherunningandrushingandsweatingitoutandhalf-drowning,tocomethisfar,workthishard,andthinkyourselfsafe andsighwithreliefandcomeoutonthelandatlastonlytofind...
TheHound!
Montaggaveonelastagonizedshoutasifthisweretoomuchforanyman.
Theshapeexplodedaway.Theeyesvanished. Theleafpilesflewupinadryshower.
Montagwasaloneinthewilderness.
Adeer.Hesmelledtheheavymusk-likeperfumemingledwithblood andthegummedexhalationoftheanimal’sbreath,allcardamon andmossandragweedodourinthishugenightwherethetreesranathim, pulledaway,ran,pulledaway,tothepulseoftheheartbehindhiseyes.
Theremusthavebeenabillionleavesontheland; hewadedinthem, adryriversmellingofhotclovesandwarmdust. Andtheothersmells!Therewasasmelllikeacutpotatofromalltheland, rawandcoldandwhitefromhavingthemoononitmostofthenight. Therewasasmelllikepicklesfromabottleandasmelllikeparsleyonthetableathome. Therewasafaintyellowodourlikemustardfromajar. Therewasasmelllikecarnationsfromtheyardnextdoor. Heputdownhishandandfeltaweedriseuplikeachildbrushinghim. Hisfingerssmelledofliquorice.
Hestoodbreathing,andthemorehebreathedthelandin,themorehewasfilledupwithallthedetailsoftheland. Hewasnotempty.Therewasmorethanenoughheretofillhim.Therewouldalwaysbemorethanenough.
Hewalkedintheshallowtideofleaves,stumbling.
