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Story: Fellyans (part five)
Fellyans (part five) When the alms collectors knocked, she had to wait with her mother behind the door, because Jorinda would say, “My loves, it is all wishes with the charity people. And no, you may not speak to them.” “Alma, do you wish…” “King of the Hutterers,” Bede threw […]
Story: Fellyans (part four)
Fellyans (part four) “No, no, nothing of the kind. I have sprites in the house, you see, and I beg you won’t make wishes, or pass any injudicious talk of wanting things, that could… Could very well render you a toadstool. They are accident prone.” An explosion followed these words. Two […]
Story: Fellyans (part three)
Fellyans (part three) The monarch kicked the lamp that had gone out. By accident…but if he could see it, he’d give another from spite. The cottage sat bowled by slopes; its departed owner had planted thorny bushes for a hedge… The presence of which the companions knew of for a certainty, […]
Story: Fellyans (part two)
Fellyans (part two) Something was amiss, where once Fellyans had collected alms, left for them under hollies. As hollies were grandfathered neutral, exiles could pass the length of two truncas inside the Queendom’s border, watched and well-grudged by various self-appointed proctors—but the food, warm clothing, odds and ends of wobbly cooking […]
Story: Fellyans (part one)
Fellyans (part one) A hand removed a shoe from a foot. The owner (of all three) undertook to perform a spell, one that asked a smooth, round stone… Which, if held to the light (in this case, a clouded moon fighting a crane’s nest and two ceiling beams), reflected anything, the […]