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I heard you were. What was thought lost has returned for safe harbor.

Are you going to invite us to come ashore?

We keep them out.

We keep us safe.

Nia.

Turule.

What? Turule is a claim that binds one life to another. Any protection or

privilege bestowed upon your mother is now Kalmar's.

And any penalty or punishment bestowed upon him.

He's a punishment on her.

Tooralee is given.

Safe haven is yours for as long as you require it.

You're safe for now, but we should get you out of town.

The hollows folk have survived when others haven't. And they've done it by

keeping outsiders out.

Give them time.

Aye. And it'll take them a spell to swallow something like knowing the fangs

used to be regular folk.

It confirms their fears that Nag's twisting of the world is even darker

than they've imagined.

We'll get to a sob for that once in enough.

You're a good man, Rudrick.

Let's get you into the holos.

We have a safe place for you to rest while the Hollowsfolk get used to you.

Welcome back to Chimney Hill.

Oh, it's lovely.

Wow, it's incredible.

Just like I remember it. Wow, it looks like a house in a story tale.

Just like you left it.

Thank you for everything, Roderick.

We've had it cleaned up a bit.

Cleared out the cobwebs.

Cobwebs, yes, nearly every one.

Bonifer?

Bonifer Spoon?

I'll be a rumpled lumpkin if it ain't. Nia.

Oh, no.

What a joy to see you again after the castle fell, I always hoped you'd...

This is Bonifer.

He was your father's trusted advisor, and to his father before him.

You've looked after it all this time?

Watching wing feathers is what I've done for more years than I can count. Once

you were gone, I didn't know what else to do, so... Never thought I'd see the

old place again.

I know exactly what you mean.

But now you're here, and you're safe.

You have the face of your father.

And the spirit of your grandmother.

Oh, that she does.

And you... You have the eyes of the High King.

And you have my fealty.

Oh, you don't have to bow to me.

My name is Kalmar.

They used to call me Tink, but...

Now it's just Kalmar.

You can stand up now.

I have here, along with a healthy inheritance from your grandfather Kaag

-in-Igby, may he rest his soul, the deed to Chimney Hill.

Be welcome.

Won't you come inside? Dinner will be ready shortly.

You are in the words of Chompel de Viv.

Such a pleasant ending to such an unpleasant day.

Tanner.

Uncle Artham, you're back.

Are you okay?

Aren't you coming in?

Too close to it.

The black, uh, wood black. The wood black wood. It's so close. It's... I

can't, Janner.

I want to, but I'll only be more trouble for you here.

You're no trouble. You're my uncle.

You're safe now.

Besides, they have a new throne warden now.

Protect. That's what we do.

That's the job.

But... I'll go where I'm needed.

With Gammon and Marilee, I could help in Dugtown. Maybe even the Foobe Islands.

And the Fork Factory.

That's where Sarah is.

Remember Sarah Cobbler?

She needs help. Tell her Janor Igby wanted you to come and help her. Will

you do that?

I will.

And when we meet again...

We'll bear new scars and tell new tales of their taking.

Goodbye, lad.

Sorry, she's afraid of wolves.

Yeah, me too.

My apologies, I haven't yet introduced us all properly. This is Freva, the

housekeeper, and her daughter Bonnie.

Put me down.

They live in a cottage at the back.

How about I show you to your rooms?

And I will bid you all a good evening.

Settle in and I'll see you all soon.

Do I smell... Breakfast!

Fourteen slices of bacon, two eggs, and... I mean, breakfast?

Eight, nine, aye, exactly fourteen.

Kalmar's developed a keen sense of smell.

Sounds like a handy skill.

Handy? He won't even let me air out me toes in the house anymore.

We thank the Maker for this family getting to gather at a table again.

And for this food we're about to eat.

Some sooner than others.

Calmar.

Manners.

I'm happy to report that I think the, um, ill weather has somewhat cleared of

late. And, in fact, the shop sweeper at the greengrocer even asked how the

feather folks were getting on at Chimney Hill.

Well, then maybe Janner would like to accompany you to the library today.

To the great library?

Can I really?

Um, Oscar?

I do think Janner can come with me.

Very well. But Kalmar, you and Lily stay close to home one more day.

Tomorrow, we'll take our first steps out together.

What's tomorrow?

Your first day at the Gildling Hall.

Is that just a fancy name for school?

Oh, nonsense.

No school was ever remotely so wonderful as the Banrona Gildling Hall.

It's definitely school. It's definitely school.

Behold, the legendary library of Ballerina.

We've come a long way since books and crannies, haven't we, lad?

Oh, here we are.

Oh, great library of stones.

True stories that way.

Oh,

I wonder if she can help us. May I help you?

How'd you do that? I'm Madame Seidler, the librarian of Ban Rona.

Why, yes.

Good to see you again so suddenly, madam.

We're looking for help with Old Hollish.

Ah, yes.

Three lefts, two rights, nine steps, two lefts, and third shelf on the right.

In words of Gragrel Fennec, that was a very good sidle.

I've never even heard of a Gildling Hall.

Me either, but it sounds like a better version of Thags.

I guess so, but you saw how everyone looked at us before.

At me.

I still got it.

A dog feller.

We heard there was a dog feller in these pots.

I'm Calvary O'Sulley. This is my brother, Thorne.

And we're adult fellas, too.

Um,

me too.

Let's see.

Third epic tones.

Ancient Horish made easy or slightly... Hall of Kings.

I wonder if... Ah, the old Horish Isle.

Breathe in the history, my boy.

No sneezing on the books.

How does she do that?

Ah, this is hallowed work we do.

Every jot and tittle of translation revealing the marvelous secrets and

mysteries of... Of what? We don't even know.

This very page may contain the secrets of long-lost history, or of the

maker's ways, or of the dawn of creation itself.

It is, after all, the first book.

Or one of them.

Did you say first book?

Do you really have a first book?

I'm deeply impressed.

That makes two of us.

Impressed, that is.

And a bit twitchy.

Remarkable. It was a gift from my father, Esben.

Was it indeed?

If only I could know if this accent mark is... An indicator of position or an

indicator... Of plurality, exactly.

The positioning is of the utmost importance.

The old hollish words for forbidden and unimaginable power...

And blueberry are identical, save for the position of the accent mark, and...

Watch out for that forbidden and unimaginable power carries a much more

threatening tone than watch out for that blueberry.

Oh, details.

Glorious details.

Glorious details.

And so you see, Gianna, the work of the scholar progresses, carefully and

quietly, drawing ever nearer to the revelation of great knowledge.

And as Benjamin Onculus once wrote, with great knowledge comes great

respectability.

Kelmore's eyes.

Off to the Gildling Hall in Banrona.

Feels like only yesterday it was mine year.

Hi, Mr. Rudrick.

Did you do something different with your hair?

I came to accompany the children to the hall.

The children, huh?

Sturdy. Very strong.

And beautiful.

Hewn. I mean, the beams.

Good morning, Roderick.

How's your hand?

All better.

How's yours?

Children,

look at me.

The Hollowsfolk are good people.

It's time that we give them another chance.

Be yourselves and stand up for one another.

Are you ready?

Yeah. Well then, let's go.

Go!

Feeling nervous.

When I started school, I was dead nervous.

I found that kissing my biceps helped a bit.

Just a flex and a peck scares your enemies and calms the soul.

Do you still kiss your biceps when you're nervous?

No, no, no, no.

who you are.

My name is Calmore Wingfeather, son of Esben Wingfeather.

Morning, Bunch.

Our dog is under control.

Is yours?

He's not a dog. He's a... Fang.

Oh, I know a Fang when I see one.

Stand down, man.

We don't let Fangs into the hall.

I'm on the guild committee and... And aim for the headmistress.

I'll handle this.

Aim a lumpier ground witch, headmistress of the guildling hall.

Children, meet the terror of Swainsby Road.

And my dear friend and schoolmate, O'Nia.

I could tell you stories about your mammy that would make you grow hairs on

your chin.

Hair on our chin?

Nia, have the children been keeping up with the thags?

Of course, as best we can.

Children, you are in the very best of hands. There is no one in Eruiar better

fit to lead you through this.

Through what?

Through choosing your guilds.

This school is called the Guildling Hall, because here, each student chooses

a guild to learn special skills and trades.

How will we know which one's the right one for us?

You'll feel it in your gut.

Is there a guild for food?

Clever lad.

You catch on quickly.

Now, cookery guild.

Or perhaps the music guild.

Maybe the limnery.

And there's always the houndry.

Hello, these are adults.

Oh my goodness!

Hi!

He's so cute!

And this, this is the book bindery guild.

This is the place where library books are bound and cared for by.

I guess I could do book bindery too.

Nothing else seems right.

There is one other guilt.

Durgan Guild is usually reserved for older students, but for you?

Perhaps an exception can be made.

It most certainly cannot.

Careful, Guildmaster Clout. An era may be burning, but its king stands before

you. He might as well be the king of fleas.

In case you haven't noticed...

Fangs are what these students are being trained to fight against, not with.

A word, Guildmaster?

This is no fang. He has a nickname.

Kalmar Wingfeather.

I know who he is.

Hi.

Let's welcome this fang like we've been trained to.

Wake the walker, there descends the maker, and the king alone may come.

What does it mean?

Oh, we haven't gotten to the bottom of it, but I feel sure it holds the key to

whatever Nag is after.

Bonifor's been a great help.

The Fane of Fire.

It's important.

I feel it in my bones.

I'll keep trying, Nia. Thank you.

They're finally beginning to feel safe again.

I hope that can continue.

Bookbindery! And houndry!

Oh, what perfect fits!

Just what the Maker made you for.

But where's Count...

Oh, my son.

It would be good for you to be in the Durgan Guild.

But this will only work if... No, please.

You're the Throne Warden.

He's going to need you.

I can try the Bookbindery Guild.

Let's just forget the whole Durgan thing.

No, no, I should have been there.

Next time I will be.

It's okay.

You don't have to.

Yes, I do. I'm the Throne Warden. I'm sorry, darling.

I'll make the arrangements with Clout.

So, it got you into little fisticuffs, did ya?

Come round here.

Gather up and listen to old Podo.

If there's anything true about life in the Green Hollows, it's that you're

gonna take some lumps and licks.

When I come to the Hollows many years ago, I sailed through the water craw as

rascally a sailor as you could fathom.

I was Podo Helmer, pirate strander of the East Bend, and I weren't afraid of

nobody.

So even though I'd heard hollish ways was rough and tumble, I thought nothing

of it.

What are you saying, Grandpa?

I'm saying some things are worth taking a few licks for.

Though I do miss me molars.

Is everyone accounted for?

Everyone, stay inside.

Stay hidden.

There's a cloven on the loose in Van Rona.

A monster in the hollows.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Children, upstairs, now.

Stay out of sight.

Mama said to stay hidden. I was just locking it. We opened it last night,

remember?

It's... close.

It's... I'm proud.

I'll sniff you out wherever you are, and when I do,

I'll hold you fast forever.

When I come to the hollows many years ago, I sailed through the water crawl as

rascally a sailor as you could fathom But when I stepped off the ship first

thing I saw weren't the piles of fruit or the merchants the dogs The first

thing I saw was the girl with the apples.

I Knew at once I had to marry her Her name was

Zola may

Wait. So I combed me hair, set aside me pirate weights, and got a job chopping

clipperfish, just so I could court Zola May.

But the more time I spent staring at Zola May's shining face, the more I

noticed how badly she treated people.

Especially her servant girl.

Wendelin.

How'd you know?

Well, yes, Wendelin weren't flashy with beauty the way Zola May was.

But there was something much better.

Something in her eyes that reminded me of the strength of the seas.

So I told Zolame right then and there we were finished.

And I caught up with Wendelin.

And you got married!

Well, if only it were that easy.

As you know, the best things worth getting usually aren't. So I came here,

to Chimney Hill, to meet Wendelin's parents.

Father flung open the door, asked me my name, and punched me nose so hard I

didn't wait till dinner.

He said if I even looked in his daughter's direction, he'd suck me

again.

So you stopped?

Course not. I had me affection set on Wendell and Igerby, and nothing could

change that.

Pretty soon, the whole town heard an outsider was set on courting their

beloved daughter of the hollows. I lost seven teeth.

That's when I knew the only way to win her hand was to compete in the Bannock

Durga. What's that?

Hollish games.

A week of pounding, wrestling, chasing, and hurting.

The first games were about speed.

Next came games of strength.

Then fight me.

Last day was the toughest.

It was called, get the boot. And you got the boot.

Well, that I did last. That I did.

But getting the boot's not the hard part.

An outsider hadn't won the Bannock Derby in a thousand years.

I spotted Wendland waiting for me like a white shore for a drowning sailor.

And I ran with all me heart and...

And that's all

I remember.

I woke up to her kiss on me lips.

I lost the game, but I won something better.

Her father, Kargan, visited me as I healed from the injuries and became one

of me best friends.

Wendelin and I were married in the bright summer, right there on the lawn.

Ah, some things are worth taking a few licks for.