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Nameless: A Fairy Tale
 by  A Very Tall Oak Tree in City Park

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Nameless shuddered, breaking out of her momentary trance-like state. “What? Oh…stay, please. You can go back to the village. One of the farmers there is sure to give you shelter for a few nights.”

“You don’t live in the village?”

“No. I live everywhere and nowhere. I am welcome in any man’s house if I so wish, but I prefer to remain beholden to no one. I enjoy the freedom of the world, and wish to make good use of it. The forest does nicely for shelter from the rain and wind, and there is abundant food and water there. I am on good terms with the forest’s inhabitants as well—the creatures and trees. There is little for me to fear when I am in the woods. I shall see you tomorrow. Good night.”

Nameless disappeared into the trees, leaving Morgan to wend his way back to the village of inquisitive farmers alone. As Nameless had promised, Morgan found shelter with the man called Reuben for the next few nights, and enjoyed a straw bed in the barn and largely fresh food (the occasional maggot did rear its ugly head, but in such a place Morgan expected no better).

During the next two days, Morgan spent quite a lot of time with Nameless. She seemed to know many things as did Mildred, yet she would grow distant after several minutes whereas Mildred’s attentiveness increased over time. Nameless told him many stories of the wise woman. She had had a daughter nearly seven and twenty years ago now, a daughter who was said to have the power to destroy her mother. Mildred, bewildered and afraid, had cast her daughter into exile and had weakened her so that she was potentially harmless. Morgan asked if Nameless had ever met this daughter; Nameless said that she wished with all her heart that she had.

“If I could but catch a fleeting glimpse of such a woman, I could be sure that everything will be all right…alas, this daughter does not exist for me or for you. She may yet; we shall see.”

 

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