You may have enslaved our bodies, but our hearts and minds will always be free!

They ploughed deeper into the vast woodland tracts, to areas where the tree canopy was so dense that only a soft, green light prevailed. It was mossy underpaw, and silent, the monolith trunks of giant trees reared upward, like columns of black stone.

Always use the sword to stand for good and right, never do a thing you would be ashamed of, but never let your heart rule your mind.

Have you been travelling, my young friend? Come in out of the darkness and rain. Sit by the fire, eat, drink and rest yourself. Life is one long journey from beginning to end, you know. We all walk different roads, both with our bodies and our minds. Some of us lose heart and fall by the wayside, whilst others go on to realise their dreams and desires.

I’d burn the salad, suh. Us of the fatal beauty type are pretty awful cooks if y’ ask me. – Dorothea Duckfontein Dillworthy “Dotti.

Go find someone who will care for ye good, to sit quiet by yore side at the fire, an’ if he treats ye decent as you hoped he would, you’ll have all that your heart can desire.

Chuckling darkly over.

Aye, she’m cutten our tails off’n us wi’ a single swipe, missie!

Three figures crossed the Abbey gardens as the moon broke from behind a drifting cloudbank. The nearby pond was bathed in a silver sheen, parts of the sandstone wall reflecting back a wavery bluish light.

Early morning was enveloped in white mist. It clung to tree and bush like a gossamer shawl, sparkling with dewdrops in the promise of a hot sunny day ahead.