Date:         Wed, 30 Mar 1994 13:28:15 EST
From:         fraser@VAX.LIBRARY.UTORONTO.CA
Subject:      Tara fluff: The Fair Folk

The red mists swirled again before Tara's eyes, flaring up like tendrils
of fire, then fading into teasing wisps of scarlet.

She was alone in a forest, and it was raining.  There was nothing but
wind, and rain, and the sound of horses' hooves.

There, beyond the still-lingering bloodmist, those tossing strands were
surely manes, the mist coming from widened nostrils, th heart-beat sound
from pounding hooves?

From the hushed dark forest, from the mist itself, came the riders.
Their mounts were giants, the size of draught horses, coal-black and
feathered on the legs.  Their trappings were of scarlet leather and
highly polished silver.  And the riders...

They were like none other Tara had ever seen.  Tall, fair and proud,
with flashing eyes and flowing hair.  They wore gowns of indescribable
beauty, or tunics of fine embroidered linen.

Their leader, a woman with hair as read and fine as the mist, halted her
steed when she saw Tara.  All the others stopped as weel; many of the
proud black mounts snorting and pawing the dark velvet grass at this
delay.

"What do you here, Undead?" the queen -- for a silver circlet set with
rubies beyond price adorned her brow -- demanded.  Her voice rang like a
stricken silver bell.

"I... I don't know," Tara admitted lamely.  "Where am I?"

"This is Tir-Na-Nog," the Lady declared.  "The Summer Lands are no place
for the Undead.  You presume much."

"I'm not here by my choice," Tara replied.

"You could not be," the Lady agreed.  "Such a thing has never been.
Luckily, my courtiers and I found you, and not the Hunt."

The well-dressed courtiers murmured at this, and in the distance could
be heard the blowing of a horn and the baying of hounds.  Tara froze at
the sound.  The Wild Hunt!  They would tear her apart, and she would be
an eternity dying.

"I will send you hence ere they find you," said the Lady.  "But think
not to trespass here again."  She made a gesture.

The red mists swirled again before Tara's eyes.
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Thanks, Kenn, it's not often I get to indulge my tastes in High Fantasy
on this list... *grin*.  Next?



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