“I am the wild hunter of the forest deep, and I am the fire upon the hill, and I am the sower of the seed, and the tiller of the soil of the earth.” He paused, his deep voice soothing as he continued the prayer. “I am the golden warrior whose arrows are the shafts from the sun. The thunder is my hoof fall. The wilderness is my shrine. I wield the oaken staff, the elements at my call. By day I am the sun, by night I ride upon the wild winds.”
