A bestial-looking jentilak carried a bundle of brown fur bound in heavy iron chains. With surprising delicacy despite its great size, the giant placed the bundle on the cracked cobblestones in front of Ramuntxo.
Basajaun – now too tall and wide to be human – tore the remnants of his clothing and flung them away, kicking a busted shoe from his misshapen left foot. “We have a present for you, Ramuntxo.”
Ramuntxo was entirely surrounded by creatures from myths and nightmares. “What is this?” he asked, a knowledgeless, guileless child once again.
There were two revelations. The Goddess remained silent; it was Olazábal, or rather, Olazábal become Basajaun who spoke of the first in mellow tones completely divorced from his formerly booming human voice. “We lost many of our kin over the centur
