Friday, 12 March 2010

Imprisoned in a Faerie Realm

Dear Friends

Today I was imprisoned in the settlement of a tribe of Niggles, deep within Gefas Wood. I had a good look at my captors when they hauled me, tightly wrapped in the net they had trapped me in (probably more usually used for capturing game, I thought) some distance through the forest. These people are clearly of fae descent; they are small, under three feet tall, thin and have pointed ears and features. Despite my protests, these little people did not talk or respond during my ordeal and simply threw me, net and all, into a thatched hut and secured the door.
After some time I managed to wriggle free of the net but there was no such easy escape from the hut. I had hoped to be brought before their chief but at nightfall the gang of ten or so Niggle hunters reappeared at the doorway.
Their leader demanded an outrageous sum for my release. It occured to me that they had captured me without recourse to their chief and were simply on the make, in a private kind of way. This gave me increased confidence in the haggling that followed and I managed to beat the little blighters down to 14 Anguinian crowns for my release and safe passage across the river.
They would not let me out of the hut without first receiving their bribe. Once they had it, however, they were true to their word and escorted me through Gefas Wood in the dark of the early evening.
By about midnight we reached the great river and I was curious as to how we would cross, for it must have been forty feet to the far bank. The first Niggle stepped carefully into the river and the others motioned for me to follow. By the dim light of their lanterns I could now just make out a line of hidden stepping stones, just below the surface of the water. I was impressed by this ingenious and permanent river crossing. These Forest Folk, for all their petty larceny, had risen in my estimation somewhat in consequence.
Once I was safely deposited on the other side of the great river the Niggles disappeared back across the river and into their forest. I was left to pass an uncomfortable night on the north bank.
Fare thee well,
Cornelius
(Eagerly anticipating a goodly supper and comfortable bed in the City of Derse!)

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