\u201cYou’re one of them, aren’t you? From… up there. What are you doing here? Walking the dirt amongst the likes of us?\u201d<\/p>\n
The stranger frowned, and brought his arms around again to hug his chest, as if trying to stay warm, though the day was warm enough already. \u201cWhy do you say that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour eyes,\u201d the woodcutter said. \u201cLike two bits of sky. Not like we have now, neither. The part of the sky that’s well beyond the clouds \u2013 where the dark creeps in, and the stars reach out.\u201d<\/p>\n
The stranger smiled, a weak, pale smile, but there seemed to be real amusement in it. \u201cAnd they said there were no poets down here.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woodcutter grunted. \u201cThere ain’t. I won’t ask your name \u2013 and I won’t give you mine \u2013 but I’ll leave my axe by the wall there, so long as you don’t go blazing up again. I got work to do, and falling asleep ain’t on my agenda just now.\u201d<\/p>\n
The stranger nodded. \u201cFair enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRight then.\u201d The woodcutter brushed his hands together, to loose the last of the sawdust from his palms. \u201cFeel up to a cuppa tea?\u201d<\/p>\n
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