The place

There is a place I won't tell you about, it's hidden in the hills beyond the forest, near the Whiskey Well, where the villagers gather at mid-summer to dance. This place I won't tell you about it has a certain magic to it but I won't tell you about that either. It's like in the story about the girl and the minnow which drops the sack of flour on the head of the wicked stepmother. What laughs that always got, but it's never been told at this place I'm not telling you about, oh no, no stories are told there. None at all.

Once, when you were only very little, I took you there, to the place I speak of, but you were too young to remember, but I remember. I remember that you didn't like it there, it was cold and you were tired after the long walk.

We didn't stop long.