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Kyllikki had told herself that she was only going out because she had hopes of windfall nuts or early mushrooms. The cool darkness of the forest had beckoned her, as a respite from the loneliness gathering like gallstones inside her, and she had followed the thin pathways ever deeper into the trees.
By now, though, evening has fallen, and she carries a candle against the the gloom. I should be afraid of spirits, she thinks--but she has her thin little light, and she is singing a prayer-song to blue-cloaked Mielikki of the deep woods. She is not afraid.
By now, though, evening has fallen, and she carries a candle against the the gloom. I should be afraid of spirits, she thinks--but she has her thin little light, and she is singing a prayer-song to blue-cloaked Mielikki of the deep woods. She is not afraid.