Though here at journey's end I lie in darkness buried deep, beyond all towers strong and high, beyond all mountains steep, above all shadows rides the Sun, and Stars forever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, nor bid the Stars farewell.
If you're at the port, you can trade this book 2 for 1 for The Hobbit.
Klaus eyed the strange man suspiciously from the edge of the forest. The large figure stood silently in the pasture, skin like ebony and a head slightly smaller than his body. Though it was the harvest season, "the month of 8", the peasants refused to venture into the forest so terrified were they.
"All is lost, Gretel" stated the man. "The peasants refuse their duties, and even our five knights cannot deal with this. The delivery of wood will be late. I cannot continue the road."
Replied Gretel the red, "My husband, why do you so obsess over this road? I leads nowhere!"
"It is Blue" answered Klaus. "He threatens to exceed my ambitions. It was he who deposited this thing on our lands which maddeningly repeats the word 'seven'. He know the destination of my roads and will build where I had set my stakes while I suffer this misfortune."
Queried Gerel, "Why not just build a second lane?"
Head folded in his hands, the earl of Red's reply was strained with sorrow.