Estel sat on the railing to his balcony, looking out at the seven stars of the Valacirca and singing a song he’d learned from Erestor in his history lessons.
“Seven stars and seven stones, and one white tree,” he sang, wondering what the stones were like, and if the stars were those of the Sickle or perhaps the Seven Sisters, or maybe seven of the stars, the shoulders, hips and shining belt, that helped make the figure of the Swordsman. Menelmacar would be a good one to honor, he thought.
And he wondered where the White Tree might be found….