Monday, June 11, 2007

Kything


Proginoskes looked at her with two, ringed owl-like eyes.

"You're beginning to learn how to kythe."
"To what?"
"Kythe. It's how cherubim talk. It's talking without words, just the same way that I can be myself and not be enfleshed."
"But I have to be enfleshed and I need words."
"I know Meg," he replied gently, "and I will keep things worded for you. But it will help if you will remember that cherubim kythe without words among each other. For a human creature you show a distinct talent for kything."
Meg blushed slightly at the compliment...


A Wind in the Door (1973) ... Madeleine L'Engle