26: Golden Moments
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are the golden moments in life, as well as the moments of ice, of flint; and they may last for some a year and a day, a millennium; and for some they may last—but a moment. Yet while they are there, they are of gold, as though the sun shone through clear water with no thing, no dross, no obstacle, to hinder its pure brightness. And though such moments may be as fleeting as the life of the May fly, yet for ever afterwards they live on in the mind, as though they had lasted a hundred years.
After the terror, the darkness of suffering, Garroch knew his golden moments. Now, in the chill brilliance of Autumn, he knew security for the first time since he had been born into a doom-driven world. His people had come to regard the golden ones, the warriors of the bright
