In the forest, you may find yourself lost, without companions. You may come to a river which is not on a map. You may lose sight of your quarry, and forget why you are there. You may meet a dwarf , or the living Christ, or an old enemy, one you do not know until you see his face appear between the rustling leaves, and see the glint of his dagger. You may find a woman asleep in a bower of leaves. For a moment before you don't recognize her, you will think she is someone you know.
~ Wolf Hall
Hillary Mantel
The Indian man who planted trees and made his own forest
