Prince Claudius, little one, ate sparingly of the food his mother had given him, always eating just a little less than he wanted. He tried to use the skills that he had learned from the woodsman as a child but, in the spring, the plants and animals are just awakening and food is scarce. Soon …
Are you hungry, little one? Reach deep into your pocket and have a small piece of bread and just a sip of water. I know it's not enough, really, but it will have to be enough for now. Later, tonight, when you have reached the waterfall, when you are safe, you can eat more. But …
Oh, my little one, my foot has a cramp. Let us move a little, just a little, move our hands and our feet - silently, do not let the dried leaves we are lying on crackle and give us away. Oh, my old bones do not like waiting like this. Hm? Yes, yes, the story. …
Time passed, little one. When babies are little, we often wish that we didn't have to carry them everywhere that they would learn to walk, and then they start to walk and we wish they would just come back here, now! And when all they do is cry and babble, we wish they would talk, …
It seemed to Ursula, little one, unreal, as if nothing had substance, as if she moved through a dream. Washing her hands in the icy water, watching the water in the bowl turn red with the deer's blood and her hands turn pink with the cold. Brushing her hair over and over as if that …
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