A rhyme passed between schoolchildren:
Tell Maerla your secrets
then bury them deep,
under nettle and clam-shell
where day cannot creep.
But if she returns them
with sea-smelling breath
you’d best take her warning--
she’s dreaming of death.
The Kelp Oracle -- Satyrday Shell Readings
![]() Entry Note:This tale has been transcribed exactly as it was found-on a scorched scroll discovered beneath a blackthorn tree behind Nell’s cottage, wrapped in lace and sealed with a single red bead. |