'Twas the night of midwinter, and all through the House
Not a creature was stirring. Not even you, little mouse.
My darlings were nestled all snug on their shelves,
Why, they were so tired they'd silenced themselves.
When out in the hall there arose such a cry,
That I sprang from my bed to summon the Nye.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the Eldest of Nye, with a single bright tear.
"I did not mean to wake you. It's not nearly dawn,
but tonight is the night we can speak of what's gone.
We once were much more than one house, you see
And nobody remembers. Not even me.
On midwinter, my people, we speak of the past,
Of what our world was, right up to the last.
We came from a land of both shadow and steel,
Until those proud fools, they shattered the seal."
The Eldest, he spoke more than I'd ever heard,
But I only caught perhaps every third word.
You see, I was tired, and my dolls were asleep,
And you know my hate for that old Nye runs deep.
So that's all that I know, now I'm going to bed.
If you want to know more, ask the Eldest instead.
As he watched Kai walk through the bedroom door, Simon couldn't help but think he should have seen this coming. Kai never gave him a straight answer. In the morning, he would try and ask Indirial, see if he had anything to add about the origins of Valinhall.
Why did Kai ever feel the need to speak in rhyme, anyway?
Of the Cradle series
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