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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The cold air seemed to help clear his head but the lullaby was persistent and he could not get it out of his mind. He walked for just a few moments before passing the the entrance to the stable. He thought about going in and visiting Sprinteren but was so distracted he felt he would not be good company for the deer. Then he realized if he kept walking he would eventually wind his way to the Keep and who knows what traps Rian might have laid for him throughout the town, so, he turned back toward the cottage. Without a thought he turned in to the stable door. The building always had the wonderful smell of fresh hay. The Stable Elf was efficient and intelligent and kept the stalls clean for the fifteen or so deer that resided there. There were no doors on the stalls and the deer could roam around the stable freely. The elves believed that the animals had the right to come and go as they pleased and they, in turn, seemed happy to remain here. They seemed to have formed a tight if tiny herd of their own with the elf that looked after them. Joulupukki realized that he had no treat for any of the deer as he found a comfortable corner and piled up the hay to sit on. Relaxing in his makeshift bed he looked at the stalls and the ceiling as the large beams extended much farther than they should. Like the inside of the cottage, the barn seemed quite disproportionate on the inside compared to its outside dimensions. Sprinteren strode up to Joulupukki and laid down beside him carefully laying his head in Joulupukki's lap, his new antlers only short nubs breaking through the skin. They seemed to be growing in early this year. He wondered how old the deer was. He had been with he and is mother as long as he could remember. That would make him at least fifty. That was five times what you would expect a deer to live in the wild, the wonders of elfin magic seemed boundless. “What am I supposed to do,” he whispered to the deer. “I have no way to prove to the Council that I am the son of Erlenkönig. I do not want to start a war with Rian, too many good elves would be hurt, but I can't let him continue to become more and more powerful until no one can stand against him. What can I do?” He blurted out loud! Then the lullaby came back at full force and he began to hum it to himself. Sprinteren's eyes glanced up at the half elf and he shook his head gently. Joulupukki smiled as he listened to the bell gently tinkle. The deer turned his head in what seemed to be an awkward position and Joulupukki scratched his neck. “Hmmm hmm, come sleep my child, no, 'sleep my son',” that is what his mother sang. "Hmmm hmm, rock my child, rock him, rock him to sleep.” Sprinteren stirred once more ringing his bell more insistently this time, laying his head sideways again. “What is it Sprinteren,” Joulupukki asked? “ Do you wish to make music to hide my horrible singing?” He glanced down at the deer's collar and saw his tag sticking out from under it. “Is this bothering you?” He dug his finger under the collar and pulled out the tag. It fell off in his hand. “Oh, I'm sorry Sprinteren I will have Rådyrvokter re-attach this as soon as I see him. He briefly considered the tag and noticed three words embossed on it but the lullaby did not give him time to read them as it once again overtook his thoughts. It was a common practice for a herdsman like Rådyrvokter to attach a mark of identification to a domestic deer with the deer's caretaker's name and its own name embossed on it, especially if the deer was the leader of a herd. “Hm, in a manger of gold, in a manger of gold?” he sang to himself. “In a 'throne' made of gold, that's it. That is what father sang, “in a throne made of gold, let Mani keep him, safe in his hold.” He scratched Sprinteren behind his ear careful not to touch his sensitive antlers, and happy that he felt he was making progress; although, he still had no clue as to what it meant. “In the morning when day breaks,” the mysterious final verse came slowly to him. "Let Sol guide your way, through the window, beams, your song, no it's 'your tale', yes, your tale, to awaken all your dreams. But what does it mean?” He was so engrossed in the song that he had stopped rubbing the deer. Sprinteren, feeling neglected, nuzzled his nose into Joulupukki's hand which slowly scratched his chin then the deer stood and started grazing the sweet hay that surrounded them. Joulupukki sat thinking for a while, whispering the lullaby to himself over and over, when out of the blue it came to him. Finally, he thought he knew what it meant. He sat for a few minutes longer to be sure of what he had discovered. Jumping to his feet he yelled, “That's it! That's it! I know what it means now!” At that moment Rådyrvokter stepped through the doorway. It was a funny sight to the elf, seeing the tall rather gangling half human excitedly jumping around the stable. When Joulupukki saw Rådyrvokter he reached over and grabbed his shoulders, “I've figured it out he said excitedly,” looking directly into the elf's eyes his face only a few inches from his own! “I know what it means! At least I think I know what it means,” his eyes unfocussing as his thoughts turned inward for a brief moment, “Yes, I know what it means.” He refocused his eyes on Rådyrvokter's. “You see he changed the words. It was an old song but he changed the words to hide the meaning. What an intelligent elf he was.” Joulupukki's words came out so quickly that they were impossible to follow but the herdsman just smiled and let him babble until Joulupukki realized the blank look that stared back at him. “Oh, ahh, I'll tell you later,” giggling he turned away from the elf, who was chuckling lightly himself. Then turning back to the elf he handed him the tag and asked him to re-attach it to Sprinteren's collar. The elf still smiling handed it back to Joulupukki.
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