I leaned forward and reached under His hair, putting my hand on the scars on the side of His head. 'What happened?' I asked.
'I gave my ear to the Well,' He said with a smile. He then leaned forward and whispered into my ear:
'I hear the weaving of the Norns.
 I can follow the rhythm of the spindle
and hear the has been and should be.'

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