Falls of the Hinterlands sontaim

there was no judgement.

not from heda, not from God. no one mocked his voice or the way which he strung his words. this was not his calling — singing — but he wondered if perhaps he should consider it!

sheepish in such a thought.

i suppose someone made them long ago. he confessed tentatively. but i learned them from my first home. my mother and father, their mother and father... perhaps heda could see where this was going.

i passed these things down in my own boys but...maybe there will be more to spread the words to, on the island.