Lost and Found Part III
Posted by Martha · Dec 10, 2013
Pax stopped and listened. His heart beat rapidly. Over the gusting wind he thought he heard another sound, a soft tinkling.
"Could it be Trolliver's tiny bell?" he questioned walking toward the sound.
In moments he was in front of a majestic spruce. The pine's heavily laden boughs rested on the surrounding snowdrifts. Flakes swirled all around as it swayed in the wind. The Anciennan stooped to part the lowest branches. There he was, the little lamb, Trolliver, fast asleep. Pax gathered the animal into his arms holding him close.
"Wake up, little one, wake up! It's time to go!" he murmured, gently cradling the wee animal. Soon the lamb was tucked under his warm mantle and both animals were on their way. Upon leaving the shelter of the tree, Pax turned to give thanks for protecting his small friend during the raging storm.
The snow was falling lightly when the Anciennan looked at Caelumen's moon, Vesperata. She shone clear and bright to lighten the lion's way. Giving a tug on his rope, Pax followed it home. (la fin from The Woodlands to The Upper Meadows - Caelumen)