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TO Celebrate the occasion I am re-posting all eleven parts – Today we reach the conclusion BALADIN’S DREAM ~ The Final Story – Part XI – THE GHOST of BALADIN FLIES …
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and OTHER TALES
BALADIN’S DREAM ~ XI
Authors Note ~
Baladin now take your rest ~ the storyteller has finally earned his beaker of Barleycorn nitecap and tonight he goes to meet the reaper and they will exchange their wizard’s craft.
The collateral of the wise and none ere’ walked much wiser than the legend that is DemBala the Wolfmaster who sleeps now with a pack of wolves laid around his feet and while dreamers pipes embers’ glisten faintly in the breeze of the palest moonlight for this last time, a herd of caribou also graze peacefully not far from where Baladin has been laid. A life less extraordinary might have had more that is morose to record and yet my soundest friend it has been my pleasure to know thee and write these faint tints & hints, these tasters & spoilers true of Baladin’s even fuller Tales he takes with him to the skies. ~ This much welcome Memoir though, I now will always treasure.
Goodnight my old friend! ~ edenbraytoday
THE GHOST OF BALADIN FLIES
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… They say the ghost of Bal-a-din flies over the moors of Mull since the days they laid his bones to rest!
That he has appeared in the jagged rush of a snow leopard in the wasteland of Siberia’s southern hills …
They have heard his cry in the moan of an ice whale who remembered his silhouette against the flickering northern lights …
… and a white bear, they say, was heard to sing a tune to Baladin’s Song by two starving hunters one evening in the west of Alaska …
Yet the strangest tale concerns a blue marlin that a fisherman heard laugh like the great man when breaking his line and then escaping off the Florida keys …
… and at least once he brought terror to sailors who say they saw Baladin’s smile in the face of a wandering albatross … but at least I do know the truth of DemBala, the wolf master ….
He died a happy old man in his sleep after supper with three younger women by his bed side and a warm log fire crackling in the hearth for this is indeed Ba-La-Din.
He had made his peace with the Almighty a long time previous and now travels the universe at the Master’s bidding often stopping to gaze at the cerulean and the viridian of the earth so far below.
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… awaiting the meek’s inheritance …