He sat, of an evening, watching the flickering firelight. The life of an island wizard was not for some, being made up of small things.
From the warp of the world
listening to woodland creatures, watching patterns of flight,
and the weft of people
members of his household in their daily tasks, people helped by his skills,
came the pattern of life and a garment of warmth and peace.
He kept those words from the Creation of Éa in memory but with no desire for further adventure; there was a lot that was good about quiet and remaining on land.