Daily Archives: September 23, 2017

Aural Sculpting III…

Cat-Eye

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…Now, this turned out to be both a blessing and a curse on

Conan because at night when he wanted to sleep the cat’s

eye was forever starting at the squeak of a mouse and the

flurry of a bird, and during the day, when he wanted to

observe the movements of a host or the gathering of an

assembly, the eye was fast close in his head in the deepest

sleep, and there was nothing that Conan could do about it.

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However, knowing nothing of all this yet, Conan

went in to his lord and master and told him of the

two cunning physicians who had come to Underhill.

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“Bring them in,” said Pryderi from his sick bed…

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