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Los Castillo, "Jarra Tucán," Mexico, c. 1980,
Silver-plated metal, green hardstone composite,
11½ h × 11 w × 5 d in (29 × 28 × 13 cm)
Jarro Antropomorfo
Cultural del área del Complejo Pitrén, entre Temuco y Valdívia, area Centro-Sur de Chile. Alto 18 cm - Ancho 10 cm - Diámetro 5 cm - Peso 601 Gramos Museo Andino via repositorio online SURDOC
Descripción: Jarro de perfil complejo y forma asimétrica. Restringido en el cuello. Cuerpo esférico, cuello cónico, borde invertido, labio recto, base plana. Contenedor antropomorfo sin asas. Color marrón rojizo. La jarra tiene orejas con perforaciones, rostro destaca con el modelado de el hueso de la frente sobre los ojos y da continuación a la naríz aguileña. Sus ojos están entreabiertos. Su boca es una pequeña endidura recta. Sus brazos son largos y delgados, sus manos descansan juntas entre su estómago y pecho. Sus piernas son anchas y sus pies no tienen detalles de dedos, luciendo como la forma de una bota.
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"He said somebody was after him. He said..." The chinless man swallowed and went on more slowly. "Said they'd kill him if he didn't go. 'One of us has to die, and I mean it to be him.' His very words."
"He did not mean us," Loial rumbled. "We are his friends."
"Of course, good — uh — good Ogier. Of course, he didn't mean you. I — uh — I don't mean to say anything about a friend of yours, but I — uh — I — think he's sick. In the head, you know."
"We will take care of him," Perrin said. "That's why we're following him. Which way did he go?"
"I knew it," Simion said, bouncing on his toes. "I knew she could help as soon as I saw you. Which way? East, good master. East, like the Dark One himself was on his heels. Do you think she'll help me? Help my brother, that is? Noam's bad sick, and Mother Roon says she can't do anything."
Perrin kept his face expressionless, and bought a little time to think by propping his bow in the corner and setting his blanketroll and saddlebags on one of the beds. The problem was that thinking did not help much. He looked at Loial, but found no help there; consternation had the Ogier's ears drooping and his long eyebrows hanging down on his cheeks. "What makes you think she can help your brother?" Stupid question! The right question is, what does he mean to do about it?
"Why, I traveled to Jehannah, once, good master, and I saw two... two women like her. I couldn't mistake her after that." His voice dropped to a whisper. "It's said they can raise the dead, good master."
The Dragon Reborn, by Robert Jordan (The Wheel of Time #3, Chapter 8: Jarra)
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