His melodic voice filled the grove.
‘I was tired from walking.
‘The day was longer than it should have been. Perhaps as long as thirty or thirty-five hours. Far too much time for a single day. Still, I did not see much point in seeking a place to rest until the day had decided to put itself to bed.
‘When dusk finally made its appearance, I found a pleasant grove in which to settle down. There was a small stream that passed through it and sign that animals came to drink from it often.
‘I went to the stream and found the water to be sweet and potent. It brought a smile to my face as I settled back on my haunches. There were few places in Gods’ Hollow where I have sensed any sort of peace, and of them all, this grove was the finest.
‘I went about the process of making a fire, for while the day was warm, I knew the night would be cooler. It was as I touched flint to steel that I heard the voice. “Ezekiel Blood, I wondered if you would make your way here.”
‘I have grown used to my name being called out in the strangeness of the Hollow, and so it was without any great surprise as I looked around for the speaker.
‘The one who spoke, however, did cause me to sit in silence for a moment.
‘A creature I have never seen before spoke again. “Tell me, Blood, what do you feel here?”
‘I told him I felt peace. The creature nodded. “If you had not, I would kill you where you stand.”
‘It was not spoken as a threat or even as a promise. The creature spoke it as a fact, and I did not see a need to disagree with him. I had the sense that he could do it.
‘I waited to see if he would speak again, and he did. “What do you plan to do here, Blood?”
‘I told him I wished to eat and to sleep. When dawn came, I would leave the place as I found it.
‘He scratched his chin and asked, “What will you do if attacked?”
‘Nothing, I replied. I did not believe he would allow it.
‘A deep, resounding laugh filled the glade. “You are right. I would not. Eat, Blood, and sleep. You are safe here.”
‘It was a strange thing to hear, and one I appreciated.’
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