She drifted into a daydream, recalling every move he had made, every word he spoke, every caress and kiss. Lost in these pleasant reminiscences, at first she ignored the twitter of the two, little, blue birds. They dropped lower to circle around her, their sweet chirps growing sharp with anxiety.
“He comes. Your golden creature comes! Red Nut-Cacher the squirrel saw him and told Shy Graypelt the rabbit. Shy told the Robin and she told us. The strange, golden one comes!”
Karola bolted into a sitting pose and struggled to her feet. “Where? Which way? When will he be here?”
The two birds looked at each other and twittered. “We don’t know, but Red Nut-Cacher lives near the cataract where the stream goes down into the gully. That is toward the sunrise side of the forest. Shy dwells in the me
