Spring 1823 – Deeper Than Dreams

“Down?” The little ghul snorted. “You want go down? Why talk with me? You have Naymin. I live here, in dirt and earth and soil. I don’t go deep as sleep. I stay far from Wide Black and Sun Below.”

Father smiled warmly. “I understand Nigel. You are an old and wise ghul. I’m sure you could point us to someone younger and more full of foolishness, could you not?”