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The Hollowsfolk are good people.

It's time that we give them another chance.

Why are you standing so close?

Why is Mama always smiling?

You think you know me? Huh?

You don't know me.

Watch out.

Oh, the Finnick Durga. Yeah, I won that.

Not if I win it first.

One. Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

138.

Where have you been?

Oh, and what's that hideous smell?

Farm stuff.

More importantly, what's that amazing smell?

I'm not too humble to admit these do smell wonderful.

Wow. Wow.

I want to live in that pie.

That is the greatest smell in the history of noses. Oh, I feel out of

practice. The last time I did any baking was maggot loaf for the fangs in

Glipwood.

Mega, help me.

It seems today's festivities, much like a snake buzzard, have gotten me carried

away.

Too much.

You can never have too much. Not for the Finnick Durga.

Roderick.

Hi.

Happy harvest, Nia.

Who's ready for the Finnegan?

I thought I'd escort you.

All of you, of course.

He's escorting us quite a bit.

Jenner? Manners.

Sorry, Mama.

I tackled old Danube so hard.

Ate root berries. He popped out a hole.

From his breakfast.

Of course, he wasn't old, Danube, then.

He was only about your age, Kalbar. And you won the whole Finnick Derger when

you were my age? And that's how you became the Keeper?

Indirectly. The Bannock Derger is the competition that appoints the Keeper, of

course. But... Since the Finnick burger is like the young folks' version, I

suppose it was my training ground.

You should have seen your mother at the Finnick.

There I was with the boot.

And she comes flying across the field.

Fast? How fast?

Like the wind.

She blew that boot right out of my hand.

Oh, no.

That's not quite how I remember it.

Olympia tackled you.

Oh, Olympia tackles.

Hard. My thumb's never been the same.

What are those beads in your beard for?

These?

They're for sharpening my teeth.

No, but really, these represent each of the other chieftains in the Grainholos.

Because you're the boss of them all.

I'm the keeper of them all. Kind of like how Janus the Throne Warden. It's a

weighty role at times, but it's an honor.

You'll see those chieftains today.

The clans never miss the chance to show off and... And show off?

The adults compete in the opening ceremonies, you see.

Will you compete, Redrick?

Oh, I don't know.

I might.

There sure are a lot of new people here

We're

just making progress with all the old ones

And the tackle ball winner is Keeper

Ludrick.

That was close.

Was it, though?

Okay, okay, okay, okay. Next up, in our opening ceremonies, are you ready

for the Log Snog?

That was even better.

Let's see what Roger's got.

It's a band slam.

Now for some wrestling in the ring.

That's gonna feel that one next week.

She's got him right where she wants him.

Yes!

And there's Ruddering to clean up the match.

Can they beat Clout and swipe the apple?

And last, but not least, best big bushy

beard.

Oh my.

Okay, and now, as headmistress of the Gildling Hall, I would like

to invite you to the real events of the day, where the young Gildlings will have

the chance to display their prowess and all their hard work.

Though perhaps with a bit less showing off.

Indignable. You said it.

I think he's Bonnie's favorite.

An anthology of maniacal verse.

I've got my own maniacal verse.

It's about an old man who can't say no to a single book.

Grandpa, you're in this one.

Oh, well, I mean, one more book is fine.

These wolf things can't be trusted.

It's only a matter of time before someone's child gets hurt.

There's one walking around with our children right here.

Rodrigue's gone mad.

Pay him no mind, lad.

There's a whole new story about our dad in here.

Anyone?

Oh, this one's got the hollow's crest on the handle.

Now that's a stick.

I'm more posh to a good grip.

Who's ready for the famous Finnick puppet show?

Me, me, me.

Yeah, no thanks. I need to get ready for my event.

I bet you two will be wanting to do the same.

I'll escort you.

We don't need escorting. What'd you say?

Good luck in the race.

Do you know the tale of Auster Will?

No.

Then I shall tell you.

Seidler's very good.

Behold, I am Jurgen.

King of the Sea Dragons!

Be wary, for this is the tale of how I was deceived.

Auster Will told me my son had been wounded by other men.

He told me only the ancient stones would heal my son, but no

man could reach them.

I burrowed into the deeps of the world.

sinking mountains into the sea.

But I cared not, for my heart yearned for my son's healing.

As deep as I delved, all I brought back were these two small flinders,

the holore and the holoel.

I did not know till then that I'd been deceived by the very hand that slew him.

Ousterwill took the flinders.

never to be seen again.

I rushed to my son, but it was too late.

My son was dead.

Rumors are that Nag the Nameless has them now and gains

power with his army.

in the depths, to watch what lies have wrought, and to wonder what

stories may come to redeem that which burns with unquenchable fire.

That's it. The end.

Well, to quote the label of a vintage ale, satisfying but bitter.

The end?

Afraid so, little one.

Ah, but the end isn't really the end, is it?

Ten seconds to the start of the houndrick race.

Competitors, hold your lines.

What's that?

That's me granddaughter!

That tough little grunt. That's green hollow roots right there. You can't

teach that.

Great.

She's only one because she's used to talking to mutts.

That's the king of an era, lad. Mind your hollish manners.

These wing feathers continue to surprise us.

And now, the culminating event.

It's time for... The game ends at sundown.

A reminder, unlike the adult get the boot, this one's a game of perseverance.

There is no finish line. Just keep running till the horn blows.

Listen to me. Win this for the hollow sun.

That family shouldn't even be here.

It's up to you to show them where they belong.

The Maker made you fast.

And he made you brave.

And he made you my grandsons.

And he gave you about 30 teeth between you, so... Try to keep them.

All right, the rules

are simple. Someone has the boot.

Everyone tries to get the boot. And when you've got the boot... Kill it. Try not

to... you know.

What? Just hang back for this one, okay?

You don't want to get another beating.

I don't know.

Some things are worth getting a beating for.

Do you want a

break? Yes, take it. Where is it?

The winner, with the longest time record in Hallish history,

Kalmar Wingfeather.

Congratulations,

lad. High King Kalmar, that is.

So it is.

It's your fault that they won.

You bring shame on the Hollow's folk.

Go, Cal.

You really did run like the wind.

Like your mother, the both of you.

I've never seen someone so fast.

And I can eat even faster.

Oi!

I didn't know dogs liked their food cooked.

You only won because of your freakish wolf skills.

I call that cheating.

Cow is always fast.

Says you.

This game is for people, not pets.

Time to go, Wingfeathers.

Yeah, time to go, Wingfeathers.

See you at school.

I'll be waiting.

Ready?

I better be.

Seems I put on a lot of weight here.

And here.

You're never going to read all those.

Or maybe someday you'll be in books.

Oh yes, High King.

Hages are plenty about you.

And the song maiden.

And the throne warden.

Maybe he'll even write them.

It was a good day.

He's a good man.

I know.

Oi!

It's the dog sitter, the dog boy, and the girl who keeps him on a leash.

Hey, little girl.

You do speak dog, don't you, missy? Do you speak fang too?

Oh, I bet he can understand me just fine.

Can't you fang?

Yeah, I'm talking to you.

Fang.

Leave my brother alone.

And that goes for the rest of you.

I am the throne warden of Aneera, and Kalmar is my charge. Do you hear me? I

have battled fangs and trolls.

I've walked the stony mountains and sailed the dark sea. I have stood in

Jurgen's shadow and looked the dragon in the eye.

We are here by the Maker's hand, and I will fear no green hollow guildling,

especially the likes of you.

You insult the High King or the Song Maiden and you reckon with me.

Do you understand?

Yes, yes.

Yes, Throne Warden Wingfeather.

Yes, Throne Warden Wingfeather.

Yes. Jerome Warden, Blue Feather.

Nia, I may be the keeper of the hollows, but I'd like to be the keeper of your

heart.

No, no, no, no.

That's not good.

Oh, Nia.

I didn't see you there.

Excuse me while I drink this vibe.

Fodo must have taught you some stranded tricks.

The way you've stolen my heart.

Nope, that's terrible.

Roses are red.

Potatoes are good in a stew.

If you were a book, I would read you.

I think I'll just go with my gut.

See you soon.