Berit, the wolf tamer and hero of Nevada Seashore, was just 8 years old seven years ago, and since he turned 15 years old, he has frequently been having a series of nightmares.
Sometime ago, one night in early winter at Bekker's house;
"I brought my son, Berit, to see you. He has something to say, and I believe you can help us see beyond the ordinary." Tumo said to Bekker.
"You look troubled and scared at the same time, boy. What is it that you want to say to this old imp sitting in front of you?" Bekker asked Berit as he adjusted his body well on a chair.
"Say it, son. Bekker is not an ordinary man." Tumo is interrupted by Bekker, who places his hand across his mouth.
"Ummm...Hmmm" Bekker cleared his throat.
"Well, I mean to say he belongs to the long line of Nestor, which makes him a Nestor" Tumo paused to observe Bekker, whose eyes were rather focused on his feet than that of his friend.
"Hmm, son...these are tiring times. One should be in haste to utter that which is bothering the mind lest impatience give way to desertion.
"Come on. Say something." Tumo pressured Berit while Bekker stomped his feet.
"My friend, the boy has nothing to say. And this house hasn't had the cry of a baby. I must say it bothers me to leave, but I must do so now. Surri waits for me." Bekker said as he stood up from the chair he was sitting in and made his way towards the bedroom after tapping Tumo on the shoulder while Berit sat at the far end of the parlour in front of the hearth that was black with charcoal of many fires.
"This has got to do with your mother. You act like her. Think like her. Talk like her...and...and in resemblance, you're a replica of her. I'm beginning to ask myself if you are truly my son." Tumo flared up, but still Berit was quiet with his head down looking at his pair of leather sandals.
"Leave his mother out of this," said Bekker, who stood at the entrance of the bedroom.
"Why should I? How am I supposed to know this boy is my son?" Tumo said, pointing at Berit.
"He's your son. When he was born to you, his mother swore an oath to the land gods. You were there at the shrine," Bekker replied, trying to calm the angry Tumo.
"You talk about the land gods!" Tumo chuckled and then continued, "Where were the land gods when the Barbarians came from the North and stole our lands? Where were the Land gods when they came in the sad hours of that day, raped our women, claimed our strong children, and tossed the weak ones into the Nevada sea before our very own eyes? Many lives that could have been great were squandered by a high temper sea that swallowed our youths, given up to death by barbarians." Tumo sobs. Bekker tries to calm him but holds his hand against him and continues with a harsh voice, "Tell me Bekker, where were the Land gods when the barbarians tore our king's palace apart and desecrated shrines and every mystic to erect their barbarian throne, shrines and mystics? Aye, they didn't stop there; they tried hard to replace every Gurlivanian with a version of Barbarism, with nearly the total Gurliva population now barbarian soldiers willing to fight for the same barbarian who stole their kingdom from them. Still you try to talk about the gods! What gods?" Tumo smirked, ending it with a spat on the floor.
"The land gods are wise."
"And you believed your best friend's sister so much... Tell me, didn't she work under King Felix as a maid... and those knights, didn't they have their ways with maidens? . Yet the Land gods saw nothing because they didn't actually see anything."
"Dillon is a snake. Don't tell me you find his lies truthful. He fabricated those lies to stir up hatred amongst us. And now we are all divided, and even worse for us, the dwarves."
"I do. He was a good friend to the Old King and the entire people of Gurliva"
"Dillon is not who he wants the public to see he is! It pains me, my friend, that you consciously believed the words of an ambitious politician." Bekker smirked and then continued, "Dillon is why we are all here. He's why ..." Bekker sobs softly, then continues, "He's... he's why Gurliva fell beyond redemption. How terribly great Gurliva fell because of one man's ambition."
"Dillon speaks only...." Tumo was interrupted by his son's murmuring, which gradually became audible and filled the whole parlour.