The woodcutter could not recall a time when the old King was not on the throne, nor could his father, or even his grandsire.
No doubt, Lord Eldarion, now King Eldarion, would rule well enough, but things felt different somehow, as if the world were turning upside down.
The woodcutter shook himself; he had work to do. The forest remained unchanged while Men came and went. The great oaks outlasted the foresters by centuries; their branches budding anew through countless springtime’s.
In the forest’s heart, the woodcutter observed that the mightiest oak had fallen, cleft asunder by a lightning bolt