The young squirrel entered the Recorder's room. Her eyes
roved around the room and rested on a much older squirrel.
"I have the book here, Brother Sagil. Tales of Green Isle."
Brother Sagil smiled.
"I knew you could do it, Emerlis," He said. "Let me have a
The tome was thick, with burgundy covers. On the front there
was the words: Tails of Green Arls. Sagil looked up, a question in
"Recorder Ish, who compiled this book, came from a far-off
place called Lowmoon. At Lowmoon, all words are spelt as they are
pronounced." Sagil raised his brows. "You'll make a good librarian,
Emerlis. You know more than I do. Shall we begin?"
"Yes," said Emerlis, and began to read.
Tiria Wildlough glanced at Leatho Shellhound. Around them,
their son …