Who could not see him rounding a corner, the blue tip scratching against rough-hewn beam, the sudden flare and the creature, for one bright, shining moment, suddenly thrust ahead of his time -- now a fire-starter, now a torch-bearer in a forgotten ritual, little brown druid illuminating some ancient night?
Tko ga ne bi vidio kako zamiče za ugao, plavim vrhom šibice zagrebe o hrapavu gredu, iznenadni plamsaj i taj stvor, na jedan sjajan, blješteći trenutak, odjednom gurnut ispred svog vremena -- sad je zapalio iskru, sad je lučonoša u zaboravljenom obredu, mali smeđi druid koji osvjetljava neku davnu noć?