Stranger

By Adalsteinn Eaglehawk

Stranger is a short mystical story about a talking tree, a Muslim princess and conflict between competing generals.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adalsteinn Eaglehawk
• Release date: Apr 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370419258

Adalsteinn Eaglehawk

When I was two years old Jesus came to me in the flesh and kissed my forehead. He said, "When you grow up we will be friends."The effect of that is seen in my books.I am British/Australian and live in West Australia.

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Chapter 1

Far, far away there was a great mountain and sitting crossed legged under a tree upon the top of that mountain was a young man. His age was about twenty four years and sitting, staring up into his face was a ginger cat. The young man had long hair and a beard and wore a blue cloak over white shirt and trousers- that were a bit baggy. He said to his cat, 'My young friend, we must go on a journey into the unknown, among woods and fells and over mountains and down into deep valleys. We will cross kingdoms and seas and rivers and climb rock faces so that we can go anywhere we choose. What do you think Samuel?'

Samuel rubbed his nose with his paw and the young man said, 'Well said, Samuel. We'll start right away. Firstly our things. I have packed us a blanket and a water bottle and for you Samuel a dried fish- and for me some dried figs. Let's be on our way!'

The young man ran down a track and Samuel sat in the top of his satchel, looking out from behind. Soon they came to a rope ladder and gingerly they climbed down with Samuel occasionally meowing to give his opinion on the descent. Far below were outstretched plains and in the distance a city. It was a long arduous descent and the young man was surprisingly fast. After a day they reached the bottom.

Before the young man was a great tree that towered above him far into the sky. He said to Samuel, 'If only we could have jumped onto this tree. How old do you think it is Samuel?'

'I am old, very old', the tree said, before Samuel could meow. His voice was deep and woody- and not used to barking out commands- it was a mellow voice. 'What is your name?', asked the tree.

'My name is Song- what is yours?', asked Song.

The tree replied, 'My name is far too long to say in human but you may call me Rostagaullipililahhdoragorathetyinmartislarkropiuntymaliopeiessdetnebbill-'

'Hold on!', interrupted Song, 'That is far too long for us. May I call you Rostagaul?'

'No!' ,thundered the tree, 'But you may call me Twig.'

Samuel meowed and a branch reached down and gently picked him out of the satchel and Twig said, 'And who may you be my fine, furry friend?'

Samuel replied, 'Meeeowww.'

Twig said, 'Well, Samuel, I am very pleased to meet you. I think I knew your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great- Ahhh- Perhaps I should say I once knew your ancestor Silver.'

Song asked, 'You have seen everything that goes on under the sun?'

Twig replied, 'I have seen everything since I was a shoot. I have seen wars and I have seen fires. I have seen storms with thunder to shake the earth. I have survived floods and I have been climbed by boys and girls and I have watched yonder city grow from three huts to thousands of buildings and battlements with lookouts and soldiers everywhere like tiny ants. Hmmm. I have seen much.'

'We are on a journey, as you can see and we are hungry but not famished. Where may we find food?'asked Song.

Twig replied,'Go nowhere near the city. It is