Stone, Rose, Oak (Tale the Forty-First)
Posted in By the River Side, Tales on Dec 9th, 2007 No Comments »
On a small rise under a wide sky surrounded by trees is a stone. It is flat, gray and has words written deep on it. It was laid here by men long ago and was instructed to guard the sleeper below it. The stone holds itself ready at all times, watchful, waiting for anything that [...]