Has anything peculiar happen to you while fishing?

Once my ol’ friend Ugo and I we were sitting on the bank of the river, drinking tea during a break between fishing. Suddenly we hear a shrill cry and see a falcon attacking a raven above the river, in several paces from us.

I have never seen these feathered predators attack ravens before. The Svellt dale is full of easier and more tasty prey. Apparently this falcon was really hungry or for some other reason decided to teach raven a lesson.

Nevertheless, he firmly grabbed the bird’s body with its claws, pulled it to the shallow water on the shore and pressed it to the bottom so that the raven was underwater and could not breathe. I stood up and approached the birds to see what’s going on. And then I accidentally slipped on a wet bolder and fell into the water nearby. This scared the falcon, and he flew away.After a while, the raven crawled ashore, shook itself off and also flew away.

The same night, this raven came to me in a dream. He was talking! He called himself Boron’s messenger, thanked me for saving his life and promised that I would live for many, many more years.

In the morning I told ol’ Ugo about my dream. He laughed at me so hard, his sides almost split. Nice bloke he was, Ugo… Shame he died 120 years ago.