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Escape![]
Danced we
in joys
and triumphs.
With us the
Woodsie Lord
danced the
stringsie
foolsie man
Rose the storms
in shouty glee,
the darkness in
feary glooms,
the fires in
happy greed.
Danced we away,
and fed the sad
stringsie man-
fool to their
devourings for
our thanks.
-- Final fragment of the "Notyets" manuscript
Keeper 1: This way?
Keeper 2: Look here. Our path is true.
Keeper 1: In here?
Keeper 2: Yes.
Keeper 1: Since you left us, you've been a stone rolling downhill. Now you
must aim this remarkable momentum. It is past time for the balance to shift.
Keeper 2: They come.
Garrett: Wha--? Wait!
Keeper 1: The Trickster will not forgive you for doing what he could not. Nor,
I trust, will you forgive us.
Garrett: Keepers. Looks like I'd better get moving, or
whatever those things are will waste a perfectly good rescue.
