Trees
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[very reluctantly fyananamoac enters the library and asks about old stands of trees, ancient ones of over a thousands years age particularly yew. She copies any maps that are suitably old and references with the current ones.]
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The librarians promptly point her to the woods of Hullack, and urge him to seek his wisdom from within the forest.
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Amidst various books, one stands out; bound in bright colors with glossy lettering on the cover. It is evident, after a few pages, that this is likely a story for children; curiosity seems to better you however:
The Elf and the Ancient Tree of Offering
Once, long ago, there was a young elf who befriended an Ancient Tree. The elf felt that such a tree would make a lovely living companion, and he soon made a small elf-y camp next to the tree. The tree supplied him with shade during hot days, and plenty of fresh fruit to eat. The elf loved the tree, and he believed the tree loved him back. To show his gratitude, the young elf hugged that tree every day.
Then, the seasons passed, as they do, and Summer became Autumn, and Autumn led to a dreary and bitter winter. And, because winter is cold and heartless, and the elf thought he could find shelter beneath a tree, he froze to death. A day later, a very intelligent and reasonable human cut down the tree and built a fine warm cabin, and survived many a winter: and he never hugged a tree.
THE END
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From the Eighth Century Book of Lysmire she reads a couple of passages that refer to the Yew tree.
Druids with their belief in reincarnation regarded the Yew as a natural emblem of everlasting life.
Three lifetimes of the yew for the world from its beginning to its end.
_From a ancient Silvanite Law Book, she reads that "the Yew Tree is known as one of the Seven Cheiftain Trees with heavy penalties for felling one."
Two poems catch her eye._
There is here above the brotherhood
A bright tall glossy yew;
The melodious bell sends out a
clear keen note
In The Holy shrine.and
Well of the Yew Tree, Well of the Yew Tree,
To thee should honour be given;
In Hell a bed is ready for him
Who cuts the tree about thine ears. -
A librarian eagerly hurries up to Fyananamoac, an ancient parchment cluched in her gnarled fingers
Here sacred priests their altars placed,
And sun and moon adored.
A tree - the sacred Yew,
Symbol of immortality -
Beside their altar grew.I don't know if this is what you were after, but it mentions that tree.