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Moth
Bards and poets have told me that I should never start a story by talking
about the weather. “Nobody cares about the weather,” they say. But by the
Gods, if there was one thing that defined the night I met Matilda, it was the
weather.
In fact, the weather was what drove me to meet her on that bitter
midwinter night in the final weeks of the 1,118th year of the Third Age of
Man, just over a month before Winterlow. Indeed, the weather that night set
in motion the chain of events that would make up my life’s story.
There was a blizzard. I hate blizzards, and this one was particularly
vicious. I could hear nothing but the awful howl of wind and the sound of
ice tearing across my face. I was travelling back home through the woods of
eastern Ardonn, the large forest at the base of the foreboding mountain
range that separates our kingdom from our neighbours farther east. I could
see the snowstorm coming from the north a few days before it hit, but I
thought I could outrun it.
I could not. Each day it crept closer and closer, until finally I was
enveloped in a storm of snow, hail, and wind. I probably do not need to
mention that it was horribly cold. My poor horse could not bear it, and by
late afternoon the frost had taken her.
I had to travel the rest of the way on foot, following a narrow dirt path in
the hopes of finding some sort of hospitality. Roads typically lead
somewhere. Usually when travelling in the wilds, I would camp out under
the stars, because the night air was often warmer than the welcome people
like me received from the superstitious folk in the more isolated parts of the
kingdom, but in this weather I would freeze to death overnight if I could not
find a fire.
It was not until nightfall that I found somewhere. I saw the thin rays of
light seeping through the shutters of the village’s little houses first. In fact,
that was all I could see. It was so dark, and there was so much snow, that I
could see nothing else except those lights. When I was but a few yards
away from the village, I could at last make out the shadows of houses. I
passed a rundown signpost, but it was too dark to read it. I shouted into the
wind, hoping someone would hear me.
“Hello.” I could barely hear myself, for the rushing wind carried my voice
away the moment it passed my lips. I hugged myself tighter, wrapping my
thick fur cloak around me. My bones were aching from the cold.
I ran, or at least I tried to run, to the nearest house and thumped my fist on
the door, shouting for someone to let me in. There was no answer, but
candlelight filtered through the cracks in the shoddy wooden door. I tried
the next house along and was only answered by the bark of a dog.
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