I don’t know how to write about this.
I did not leave to end the conversation; it is only that you were hurting me and I was hurting you and I could not find where it ended. It seems that things have been Bad for a very long time and I did not know, and I do not know when the bad times began, and I do not know how to sort the times that were Good from the times that were bad, and I wonder now if it was not bad all along. I am sorry for it.
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To Lanisen in Lantern Waste, from Dame Megren at Cair Paravel
I wish that you felt comfortable having a conversation with me in person. I’m sorry that I’ve made it so you don’t. [crossed out — “I wish” followed by some more cross-outs that are unreadable.] It hurt me that you felt the best way to handle our conflicts was to end the conversation, and it hurt me even more that you chose to leave when you did, and would have left without saying goodbye if you could have. A letter is not the same.
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What a sweet place you have wandered to. The forest trees here are scattered across a soft meadow of heather and wildflowers, and the sun dapples the ground through the leaves above. This is a wide section of earth, and it seems to be a gathering place–indeed, there is a ring of stones in one side of the open clearing where it seems fires have been built over many nights. To the south, a worn path leads to the Caldron Pool and the waterfall that feeds it. You can also see a path leading west toward the cliff-face. To the east the path leads into the deeper forests of Lantern Waste.
Lanisen passes through in the early evening. The sun has already set beyond the cliffs, but the sky is still light. Cicadas are chirring in the trees, and an insistently buzzing Nighthawk sings a quarter-mile away.
There is a series of chirps and squeaks that can be heard coming from behind one of the large stones.
Lanisen slows and halts, already searching warily for the source of the noise. He approaches the stone cautiously.
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South side of the Caldron Pool
Hereabouts is a small path that borders the Caldron Pool. It curves northeast, crossing the smaller stream that flows out of the pool just north of here, and leads to the north side and the wood that lies beyond. This area is clear, but sheltered by the cliffs. To the south, the path continues and eventually disappears into a lush green little meadow.
Lanisen sits cross-legged with his back against a rock, watching the sun on the pool and eating an apple.
Mrs. Beaver makes her way along the path, shaking out the water from her fur and righting her glasses. Spotting Lanisen, she calls “Good morning, dearie!”
Lanisen glances up, alert, and grins when he finds her. “Hello,” he answers, getting to his feet.
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You find yourself standing in the middle of a fairly well-used forest path. The main of it extends to the north, toward the river, and south toward a fairly large clearing ahead. A smaller branch winds off to the west, disappearing in the trees.
A blur of red-brown fur might be the first thing espied upon setting foot on the path, Ayla pouncing on a squirrel with single-minded determination. Capturing it between her teeth, she growls, biting down swiftly to end the creature’s life as quickly as possible before devouring it eagerly.
Lanisen, coming up the path from the north, comes to a slightly startled halt at the explosion of activity ahead of him.
A wolf with silver gray tipped ears and liquid brown eyes (Ayla) finishes her small meal before wheeling toward the sound of footsteps, falling into a crouch and slinking away from the son of Adam nearing her.
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At a Fork in the Great River (Northwest Bank)
You stand on a jutting precipice that makes up the northeast bank of the Great River. Below, the river itself runs wide and deep, its waters clear and bright in the steady sunshine as it flows downward into a deep river valley to the south.
A much smaller stream from the north joins the river here, draining down from between two grassy hills in the distance. The riverbank path fords the stream as it continues southward through the rolling hills of the Great Plains. Upstream, the Great River bends to the west toward a forest in the distance.
Lanisen sits alone on the bank of the smaller stream that flows down from the north to join the Great River, his feet dangling in the cool, rapid water. He watches the light glinting off the ripples absently.
A beaver with a pair of glasses perched atop her head (Mrs. Beaver) comes waddling along the riverbank, foraging as she goes. As she straightens, she happens to glance up and pushes her glasses up on her face. “Oh! A son of Adam. Hello, dearie. Don’t see much of your kind up this way.”
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I am sorry again for taking so long to write. There has been a lot Happening, it seems, and I do not know how to talk about it all except to say that I am glad to have come to a quieter time. I am in Lantern Waste again now, visiting my friend, and I expect to stay here until the snows start.
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Dame Megren and Sir Darrin,
I have arrived in Lantern Waste safely. Jana is well and so is Tristran, and the healer I am meant to learn from here is very kind. Dochus and Kala say hello and send their best. Kala’s best is a very good splash.
I hope you are well.
In the Northern Woods
The dense and varied woodland of the Northern Wood has been broken up a little here, and a real glimpse of the sky is finally visible. The oak and white pine trees still dominate the area, but a small plot of land has been cleared for a sort of garden-meadow. A goat stands in a pen near the edge of the clearing, and a deep well has been dug there as well, walled up so that no one will stumble in. Set back into the trees and brush, where it would be almost hidden if it did not have the goat pen to mark it, is a small cottage-like house. Because of the thick undergrowth, it’s rather hard to see any distinct paths
leading out of the clearing.
Jana stands in her garden, pulling up late summer carrots.
Lanisen follows the path from the watchtower, alone this time, no horse or hound to carry his things or announce his arrival. He looks thinner than he did, but his hair is neatly trimmed and he looks like he’s been getting a healthy amount of sun.
Jana straightens, rubbing her back. She squints at the figure, frowning, and drops her carrots in a basket before making her way over to him. “Lanisen?”
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This letter is carefully written in neat handwriting without hesitation, suggesting that it is the final product of many drafts.
Dame Megren and Sir Darrin–
I wanted to say that I am so very Sorry for everything. I have caused a lot of harm and pain and I would take it all back if I could. I think it is best right now for all of us if I go away for a while. I have talked with somebody I trust and he has said that I should find somebody whom I can help.
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