From the milk of birds CHAPTER X
“Venerable master, please come and meet me! I am Osondel of Lothriel, son of Utheld, King of the Pirin, and I am here to ask for your advice!”
After long moments of silence, from the darkness of the cave, a deep, raucous voice replied: “Speak, I am listening!”, said, while the creature slowly came out, little by little appearing before the light of the sun.
“Fate gave me a mission, but, in order to carry it out, it is necessary that I reach the far Mount Kautaymiri. A druid told me I should ask you, ancient wise man of the isle”.
The rusty voice of the ancient poured out as it might from the stone of the rocks: “'Tis true. I know the road leading to the mountain. Why should I reveal this mystery to you, King of the Pirin?”
“Because, master, if my mi
