"Well
some suggest that they were really working together all along,
and just pretending to fight so as to trick the Men of the
desert into thinking they were too busy with one another to
be a threat to them".
Tomby, sneered, "your stories always do this, nobody
ever knows who is really on who's side, and everybody is always
pretending, and its all confusing. Tell a better story about
orcs, like Nik-lot does, so that we know who the bad people
are".
Fallah grimaced and replied "Nik-lot tells make-believe
stories, approved by the Ogres", and then his eyes left
her and fixed on her brother with a penetrating stare. "I
tell real stories, the way they were told by the ancient bragis,
see here", and he pointed to the Wyrd Runes on the Dolmen
just as the moon alighted from a cloud and they could see
the engraving more clearly. Tumby tightened his legs around
his helmet, and considered putting it on for a moment. Then
he bravely pushed it aside, and ran his fingers over the edge
of the Dolmen.
"Who engraved the Wyrd Runes on the Dolmen, Fallah?"
By this stage Tumby's attention had drifted away from the
story, and the two girls had started hand-dancing with one
another. Their fingers mingling deftly into intricate dance-patterns
as their soft giggles danced another tune. "The Wyrd
Runes, are not engraved by anyone. They engrave themselves,
by magic of course."
"I
don't see how its possible for engravings to just engrave
themselves, I don't reckon its magic" said Tumby "you
just making this up as you go along".
"Well
why not take your dagger, and see if you can engrave a few
then?"
"You always told me I was not allowed to do that... Next
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