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TROLL SONG She lowered her head politely and muttered her question to the Oracle. “Speak tall,” summoned the Troll. “My ears are fullness of forest moss and insects. You must speak tall.” The words chimed rhythmically as the Troll ambled and swayed, hither and thither around the forest floor. With every slow footfall, the ground shook and the pebbles leapt but as Unn started to speak again the Oracle crouched still and listened through the scuffling of her earwigs. “I wish to know why there is no one place called home for

“I wish to know why there is no one place called home for me.” Unn said with a numbed sadness. “The trees have roots, the birds have nests and the snails have shells but I have none of these things. I miss my home very much , though I have never seen it. I want to go home.” The Troll closed her eyes slowly. She began humming a low and resonant note that rippled through the trees and filled the air with a rich and rounded hush. Rocking back and forth on her feet, the Troll sang her spell-laden song until the air was so thick with stillness, that even Time reverently muffled its footsteps. With a snort and a

With a snort and a spit the spell was broken. The Troll grunted. She prodded her ear with her fingernail and hooked a wriggling creature from within. Holding it before her lips she said with a gravelly sweetness “Measure your mind with muchness and mostness. New prints are at your foot.” Then tipping her head back she dropped a millipede into her mouth and crunched it thoughtfully. “Journey with me and you will find your home.” And with that she twisted her feet in the dirt and swaggered off….

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