Editing Reference:Saavedro, personal journal (section)

== Entry Two ==
''(Edanna, inside the hollow mushroom-filled log leading from forest to swamp)''

The book sits on the floor of the tusk, it&#39;s swirling panel reaching tentacle-like arms to grab me. I want to close my eyes, to shut out these false illusions before they suck me into the fog. I do not want those swirling arms to touch me.

Why? Why am I so afraid of this book?

I want to remember. I must. I think -

I think this man may have come to our village. But he was younger then. Dark haired. Tall. Wearing those same strange flowing brown robes. He carried a book in his hands then too and he&#39;s always using it. Always writing down notes. His eyes are covered by thick glasses, but his face is warm and friendly. He tells me his name. He says it is Atrus.

I remember now. His name is Atrus

Atrus says he&#39;s come to our village from a faraway place because he wanted to learn about the Tree. He says he&#39;ll only stay a while. Doesn&#39;t want to stop our endless labors. He says he wants to help, if we will let him.

Oh, Tamra. Why did we let him?

Keep writing, Saavedro. Write everything down

This Atrus stayed with us for months. I taught him how to trim the delicate lattice roots. How to splice old and new growths together so the walls of our houses will grow strong. I tell him the traditions of the Weave. How, by using the spores to support the growing branches, we keep the Lattice Tree alive. He wants to learn everything I know. He wants Narayan to survive.

I take him to the rift, to where the sea flows through gaps in the world. Steam flows up from the waterfall. The puffer spores are ready to take flight. We stand in the shadows of dusk and watch spores begin to rise. He says they look like pearls against the sky. Then he points to one of the spores. It&#39;s smaller than the rest. Small enough to fit the niche we&#39;d woven into the branches that morning. Its skin is milky white. With just the faintest touch of pink.

That one, Atrus said. That should support your new daughter&#39;s room perfectly, I think.

I remember I nodded. Then I raised my pipe and played. Atrus stood beside me, holding his breath as my song drew the hollow spore in close. As soon as it was near he threw the net and dragged it in.

This is what I remember.

This is why I said he could send me his sons.