It would not be until Dachni was older that the difference between the lengths of her legs would become pronounced but even now it was perceptible though she perceived it not and in her longitudinal travels this illgaited aberration would tend towards the poles or else towards the meridian. The road turned south and four days later she realized this when the road gave to the fine sands of the desert. A warmer clime by day and by night one colder.
She had fashioned a harness out of rivercane for the girl who had long since marbled. The vacuuming had drawn the capillaries close to the skin like lacework and the cold had turned their tyrian hue indigo. She thought her very beautiful. She thought her a jewel. But she was beginning to stink. The flesh with its ice blue tinge slacking on the thin bonework within. In an afternoon lying spent cheek against her waxen breast she watched the panlike aureoles lactate beads of sweat. Her back was horrid. Small bloats of gas she lanced and nameless