Somewhere between the ridges and the river valleys north of Ben Bison is a hidden cove or hollow of the hills, screened by thickets of rhododendron and mountain laurel even from the overgrown old logging road that passes along its eastern side.
None but those with Enchanted sight would notice the narrow path that leads past the heavy growth at the glade's edge to a point high on the broad, bowl-shaped dell's eastern rim. From here, one can look across the open space of low-growing grass and a few scattered shrubs to where a massive oak tree, its crown lightning-blasted long ago, straddles a rough granite knob upthrust from the ground. A small spring flows from under the stone to pool at the bowl's lowest edge where its stream finds an outlet, winding off westward to the New River. The whole hollow shimmers faintly with Glamour, and incidental chimerae are common here. The heart of the place's power is clearly the granite knob, the spring, and the oak which towers above all.
Passions run strong on Fiddler's Green, where the Buckthorn Tragos holds its jamborees, and where illicit duels are sometimes fought by angry rivals in the misty dawn. But there is a sense of ancient peace against which such storms of feeling are but momentary ripples, and the mood of the glade in its repose is tranquil. Nature and not nobility rules here, and even if it is the satyrs of the tragos who guard the glade and uphold the Escheat, the true ruler is the brooding oak, and time.
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