echuio

And it seemed to me that I lay on the edge of an ice-sea, entombed in foam, solid and crystalline. Above me, held in icy abeyance, the waves frozen in the act of breaking. Far above, the night-sky's stars held fixed in their courses, glittering like spray caught in moonlight.
 
And a ship sailed over the unyeilding sea, and and a voice moved over the waters.
 
'Echuio, Elwing ... Echuio!'
 
And the command fed my spirit, and it burst into flame in the chilled space of me.
Called by name, and in a voice of a lord that could not be countermanded. And my spirit strove to move numb flesh, that was bound and could not arise.
 
Hands came, and broke the tomb of my body, a will that spoke of the hearth and of the sun, and the heat therein, and the warmth drove the ice from my veins.
 
And thus bidden and released I opened my eyes. And it seemed to me he who spoke the command and took me from the star-flecked foam sat before me.
 
'Echuio... You bid me arise, lord. Witness then - did I come?'