Tortor was a warrior and understood how the world worked. He shook his head as he looked around the earthworks and the stones. He approached the man who was obviously in charge.
“Hey you, what’s your name?”
The man slowly turned and studied Tortor as if he were an insect.
“They call me Tim, Tim the Enchanter. What do you want, Tortor the Stonehead?”
Tortor’s mouth dropped. It wasn’t just the insult, but he had no idea how the man knew his name. Regaining control, he tried to drill holes into Tim the Enchanter with his eyes. Failing that he said, “Look here, Tim, I know a thing or two about defense. The ditch needs to be on the outside of the earthwork, not the inside. What good is this going to do when the defenders can’t reach the wall and the attackers will just climb right over it as if they are out for a Sunny-day picnic?”
Tim smiled. “Have you thought that perhaps we want to keep what’s in here in and don’t care about what’s out there?”
“What in the world do you mean?”
“Ah, that’s just it, now isn’t it? There is nothing presently in the world that I mean, for this will be a focal point for that which is not of this world.”
“Don’t try to get all mysterious with me, Mister. You and your puzzles and games, I’ll fix you. I’ll get a band of my warriors in here and we’ll turn things around and make a proper fortification.” He folded his arms across his chest and frowned.
“I’ll try to explain using small words so that you can understand,” Tim said. “But first, can you stand right over there? Yes, between those two stones. A little to the left. Stop! Ah, perfect. Do you see the circle?”
“Circle, shmirkle, it’s still a mystery to me. Oh, I give up. I’ll be back with a few men and we’ll….”
Tortor froze. His feet were stuck to the ground. He dropped his arms to his side and couldn’t lift them up again. His expression of surprise relaxed and then hardened.
Tim walked around the newest stone in the circle. It was just the right size and shape for the location, perfect in every way. He knew that in the distant future that the original purpose of the ring would be forgotten, that it would be a mystery and the stones within the circle a puzzle for generations. Still looking at the latest piece of the puzzle, he smiled at the enigma he had created for those distant descendants. Not knowing or understanding the forces that created the henge, what would they make of the man-stone?
An assistant came over to Tim the Enchanter and asked a technical question. He went back to work, Tontor forgotten.
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