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>>16914494 The Door Warden, the Long Man, the Lanky Man, if you like, is a very old giant and still guards his door, but little is known of him, for he is a very private fellow. His image still stands upon the hill, but it's hard to know whether he walks in this world or the Other at any given time. Because of his love of travel, some think he is dead, and you may even have heard a tale or two about that giant's demise, a simple story told by silly folk who know no better. Some say the Long Man tripped over the ridge of the hill and died in the fall. Or that a shepherd threw his dinner at the giant and slew him with stew, if you can believe such a thing. Or that another local giant and the Long Man had a fight and hurled boulders at each other until one struck our friend and laid him low. Such things have been known to happen, but do not believe these stories, for like all giants, the Long Man likes to wander and is wandering still, I have no doubt.
Indeed, he has always been a traveler, wandering out of Elfland in the early days. Yes, he walked out of that hill at midwinter, and thinking the land about looked fine enough, he marked that place with a sign to remember it by (for as you know, a giant's memory is far shorter than his stride). So the Long Man laid down his walking staves and his pack of branches upon the grassy slope. From the pile, he selected the supplest twigs (logs to you and me) and wove them into the semblance of himself and set this figure upright near the barrow that now stands at the crest of the hill. Now this wooden figure stood for some time before the winds and the rain wore it down. Long after this, people came to live at the foot of that hill and, dreaming something deeper than the turf, carved a figure into the chalk beneath the grass upon the slopes. And there his portrait remains. A good thing too, for without his picture in the chalk he might have long ago forgotten the way back into Elfland. |