Wheel of Stars [antikvár]

Down in the pocket-sized strip of meadow the dawn wind was whirling leaves about. One fluttered up, to catch on the side of Gwennan's knitted cap. She pushed her chin deeper into the folds of her heavy scarf. Even this chill could be forgotten as she stood at last, half-wedged between the two rough stones, her attention fixed on a third and tallest one standing still higher on the mound, stark against the paling of the sky.Simple formations of nature, these three? She grimaced behind her scarf half-mask and for the hundredth timethe thousandthdenied that to herself. Would it happen as she had hoped could it so happen again? She was as certain of what she had caught a faint glimpse of three weeks ago at this same hour as she was that she stood now in this place.The books how she had combed books, studied the speculations of those who had been laughed at, derided, even persecuted in their time by "authorities" who held tightly to accepted views because the foundation of their own schol-