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Reena snuggled closer in her father’s huge, warht as he continued to speak of the Legend His boo with the war the children when Patrick was in the thick of his storytelling

Patrick rubbed at the stubble of gray whiskers on his thick chin “Could be,” he nodded slowly, “that the Legend hears all and knows that we speak of him”

Another young lad leaned forward and tapped Patrick’s leg

“Whisper,” the tiny lad said with a finger to his lips

Patrick nodded again, keeping his sood point, but I fear he would hear us anyway He hears and seesfaces “I know, for I have seen the Legend with my own eyes”

A round of gasps rushed around the rooer to hear more

“On one ofaround a cahtened of their own shadows, julances at the surrounding darkness

“They bid h my presence would h with a bit of reluctance, their fears contagious I sat with them, shared their meal and waited, for what I did not know”

“The Legend,” said Reena’s best friend, Brigid

“Shh,” admonished John “You speak his name too loud”

In a sole lass “Ah, it was the Legend they feared, for they had recently battled with him and his warriors, and it was said that no eneion of warriors They told end was left standing alone on the battlefield, dozens of dead and dying men at his feet And while victory was his, he did not stop until every last ene for them”