Subject: Microcap Stock Trading Idea FFor You

From: "Donald Cornelius" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2006 18:35:48 +0200

Billie Cahill

"To the crows with it," he muttered, and let his legs collapse beneath him."Mount up and take her reins!" Quintus shouted at Rufus. She would need both hands for her work."You will need..." she began.Draupadi passed by, drifting in her tattered robes. Past him. Past the Eagle. None of the drunken staggering of deep exhaustion for her, but her usual grace.Quintus blinked. What language was he speaking? It was not Ch'in; his Ch'in was not good enough for him to understand. Nor was it Parthian, not exactly. And it surely was not one of the tongues of Hind. Yet, he understood it as if it were the Latin he had learned as a child.The Eagle's light blazed and expanded around them as if, in truth, it spread out mighty, gleaming wings. The Naacals' white robes shone in its light, giving Draupadi and Ganesha additional majesty, like gods appearing before mortals: pristine, austere, white-robed. Impossible to imagine them afraid or weeping or even moving through a land that had been as badly violated as this."The shadow, the shadow," Draupadi repeated it.Quintus moved his shoulder out from under her hand. He loved her touch, but to be reassured by it, while his men struggled with their fear? That was not right.The usual trick of the light in the desert made the despoiled arch seem much closer to them than it really was. The approach actually took them many hours of hard climbing up an immense hill toward what had once been an island. That rock ahead-was it a cliff or a fortress? Or, all the gods help them, was it the temple that had once graced the height?Long wrinkles angled down from the corner of Rufus's eyes, squinting shut as always in the desert glare. He looked older than Ganesha and, in the harness he stubbornly refused to lay aside, far more frightening.Light from Eagle and dancer intensified until they filled Quintus's consciousness. Tears ran down his face, and he had to look aside. Tears were a waste; he would need that moisture as they rode deeper into the desert.Ask if they have water!Gods help us, he thought. The image of dancing Krishna seemed to stir against his chest.