'There were rowan-trees in my home,' said Bregalad, softly and sadly, 'rowan-trees that took root when I was an Enting, many many years ago in the quiet of the world.
"Minu kodus kasvasid pihlapuud," ütles Bregalad tasa ja kurvalt, "pihlapuud, mis juurdusid siis, kui mina olin alles endivõsu, paljupalju aastaid tagasi maailma vaikuses.