I sigh, snuggle closer to him, and human children playing on the frosted, sodium-vapour-lit grass.
Then I ask Magvelyn about his hunt, and he tells me how a band of robbers tried to knock him from his in the dark, Elm Forest,
but he hacked off their ugly, bearded heads with his glittering .
His voice changes as he describes it: he sounds younger, stronger and happy.