Chapter XX: GIVING AND GIFTS“I would never have thought it,” Mitren mumbled to his brother, as they sat side by side before their cabin on a bench made of the softest, dark blue wood, the strangest wood either had ever seen. It seemed as if it grew for the sole purpose of becoming furniture, it was such a delight to sit upon, as if it cradled one in a loving hand.
The brothers often spent idle time upon the tender perch, catching each other up on their activities and accomplishments, sharing memories only they two could call theirs. And often, more and more often, the same sounds greeted them. The sounds of passionate lovemaking.
“You never would have thought what?” Witon asked, continuing to whittle on the piece of whitest birch which was slowly taking on the form of a bird. Little did
