Who could not see him rounding a corner, the blue tip scratching against rough-hewn beam, the sudden flare and the creature, for one bright, shining moment, suddenly thrust ahead of his time -- now a fire-starter, now a torch-bearer in a forgotten ritual, little brown druid illuminating some ancient night?
Hvem kunne ikke se ham runde et hjørne, den blå spids krads mod ru-hugget bjælke, det pludselige glimt, og skabningen, i ét lyst, skinnende øjeblik, pludselig kastet forud for sin tid -- nu en ild-tænder, nu en fakkelbærer i et glemt ritual, lille brun druide oplysende en oldgammel nat?