The Remembrance of Trees
2. Hidden on the Mountain
Now I am awake, stirred from long sleep by a Shadow departed and the joyous cry of an Eagle.
Those old hands are nearby. But other hands cradle me. Rough hands, callused by the sword. But gentle, oh so gentle. Whispered words thank me, bless me.
Gladly, I relinquish my hold.
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