Beldziant I Dangaus Vartus 〈Mobile〉

He returned home. By candlelight, he planed the linden plank until it shone like honey. He cut no mortise, hammered no nail. Instead, he carved into it every threshold he had ever built: the bride’s gate, the harvest gate, the gate for the drowned fisherman, the gate for the stillborn child. He carved his own name on one side, and on the other, Rasa’s.

“I have no wood left,” he whispered. beldziant i dangaus vartus

“The gate was not ready,” Beldziant replied. He returned home