Chapter 14
He listened to the retreating footsteps until they could be
heard no more, and the one sound that came to his tense ears was
the beating of his own heart.
Even the wind had ceased, and there seemed to be nothing in the
world but the darkness and himself. In that gigantic blackness, in
that unseen quietude and vacancy, the mind could cease to be
personal to itself. It could be overwhelmed and merged in space, so
that consciousness would be transferred or dissipated, and one
might sleep standing; for the mind fears loneliness more than all
else, and will escape to the moon rather than be driven inwards on
its own being.
But Fionn was not lonely, and he was not afraid when the son of
Midna came.
A long stretch of the silent night had gone by, minute following
minute
