A Grove of trees in the Scottish Highlands
As-coron grove
A legacy in sap and trees of the literary world of Vertigen, by writer La Silhol and her readers

A legacy in sap and trees of the literary world of Vertigen, by writer Léa Silhol and her readers grove

English | Francais | Dedications & Donate

Angharad touched the ground, and stood up again.
She tightened the shawl around her shoulders and let her gaze drift through the barren hills.
"So changed, my country (she sighed)
So barren and wild..."
"Yes, answered the Cailleach, yes, daughter."
"Little Mother, I'm cold. Where are the woods we knew so well? What kind of times are these?"
"Time of steel" said the Spirit of Winter, with a clap of her tongue.
"How I wish... (she closed her eyes) how I wish I were in As-Coron again..." The wind went raucous, then silent.
"How I long to walk the woods again
In As-Coron,
In long lost hopes
Of Home
Though the birches
(yes, whispered the Cailleach)
Though the trees
The land of May
The bliss
In lost As-Coron.
The Cailleach smiled, her ancient face wild and free.
"Where beauty once stood", she said, "in As Coron, before the tides of time washed our blood away. Ah, daughter, yes, it would be such a joy, to walk these lanes with you again."
Finstern stepped forward, his face impatient.
" What use that endless talking? Drowning in nostalgia again, are you, both? Nonsense. Where beauty once stood, beauty lays in germ for all times. Where beauty was once, there's beauty still. Beauty is a forever thing."
Angharad smiled, watching him coming to a close. He picked something on the ground, opened her hand, and put a tiny hard seed on her palm.
"What kind of gardener are you? (but he was smiling) If you want a tree, you know how the thing is done. So, now. If you want As-Coron, sow it."
"Yes" she laughed "quite true".
The seed in her palm was already unfolding two radiant leaves.
"Quite the practical one, always, Finstern of mine. Bringing me back to myself. To the soil, and the brilliant trees. Let's sow As-Coron once more, yes. Let's do it together."
Once upon a time... Scotland gave to me the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. The ways of the fairies, the moonlight on the waters of Loch Awe.
On these days, a forest grew there. When my characters walked on this Earth, proud and free.
I'm a paper thing. Trees offer fodder for my thoughts. I print my dreams on them, and they pass on to you.
But all dreams must go home someday, don't you know it? Go back to the soil, and the sap. Trees become books, books must become trees. For the world demands it. Now more than ever.
Now is the time, or it will never come, to give back to the Highlands the fairy gift I was graced with. In each fairy gift, there is a trick, a trap, and all it's beauty reside in this.
I'm a thing of paper. And though... this thing Emily Dickinson spoke of, too : a feathered thing, a thing called hope.
The grove of As-Coron, is the legacy of the literary universe of Vertigen.
May each reader who once held Angharad dear step in, and dwell among the Trees.
And leave a trace, a seed, a hope behind.
And may those woods endure
When my voice is muted, and my words forgotten.
Plant a tree. Make my world come true.
Blessed be.
La Silhol.

Angharad frla le sol du bout des doigts, et se redressa.
Elle resserra le chle autour de ses paules et laissa son regard s'garer sur les collines dsoles.
Si change est ma terre (soupira-t-elle)
Si strile et sauvage...
- Oui, rpondit la Cailleach, oui, mon enfant.
- Petite Mre, j'ai froid. O sont les bois que nous connaissions si bien ? Quelle poque est celle-ci ?
- Une poque d'acier, dit l'Eprit de l'Hiver, avec un claquement de langue rprobateur.
- Comme je voudrais... (elle ferma les yeux) Comme je voudrais me trouver As-Coron nouveau...
Le vent se fit rauque. Puis se tut.
- Comme je voudrais marcher dans les bois nouveau
A As-Coron
Au cur des espoirs gars de jadis
Au cur de notre demeure
A travers les bouleaux
(oui, fit la Cailleach)
A travers les arbres
Le pays de mai
La paix
A nouveau
Dans mon As-Coron perdue...
La Cailleach sourit, son visage ancien libre et froce.
- L o vcut la beaut, dit-elle. A As-Coron, avant que les mares du temps n'emportent notre sang. Ah, ma fille, ce serait une telle joie, de suivre ces chemins avec toi nouveau.
Finstern s'avana, son expression impatiente.
- A quoi bon tout ces bavardages ? Vous vous noyez encore dans cette nostalgie, l'une comme l'autre ? Absurde. L o la beaut vcut ne serait-ce qu'un jour, la beaut vit toujours. La beaut ne relve que de l'ternit.
Angharad sourit, le regardant s'approcher ; Il se pencha pour ramasser quelque chose sur le sol, ouvrit sa main, et plaa une graine sur sa paume, petite et dure.
- Quel genre de jardinier es-tu ? Si tu veux un arbre, tu sais comment on fait. Alors ? Si tu veux As-Coron : plante-le.
- Oui, rit Angharad. Trs exact.
La graine, dans sa main ouverte, dpliait dj deux feuilles radieuses.
- Toujours l'esprit pratique, mon Finstern. Toujours me ramener moi-mme. A la terre, et la splendeur des arbres. Plantons As-Coron nouveau. Oui. Faisons-le ensemble.
Il tait une fois... L'Ecosse, qui m'a donn les Cours Seelie et Unseelie. Les voies des fes, et l'clat de la Lune sur les eaux du Loch Awe.
En d'autres temps, une fort poussait l. Aux temps o mes personnages parcouraient ce monde, fiers et libres.
Je suis un tre de papier. Les arbres donnent leur substance pour accoucher mes penses. J'imprime sur eux mes rves, et ils parviennent jusqu' vous.
Mais tous les rves doivent un jour rentrer chez eux, ne le savez-vous pas ? Retourner la terre et la sve. Car le monde en a besoin. A prsent plus que jamais.
C'est l'heure, ou jamais elle ne viendra, de rendre aux Highlands le cadeau de fe que j'ai reu. Dans chaque cadeau des fes il y a un tour, un pige, et c'est l toute la beaut de ces dons.
Je suis un tre de papier. Mais tout autant cette chose dont parla Emily Dickinson : une chose de plume, une chose nomme espoir.
Le bosquet d'As-Coron est le legs de l'univers littraire de Vertigen.
Puisse chaque lecteur qui aima un jour Angharad y entrer, et vivre parmi ses arbres.
Et laisser une trace, une graine, un espoir derrire lui.
Et puissent ces bois perdurer
Une fois ma voix teinte, et mes mots oublis.
Plantez un arbre. Faites de mon monde une ralit.
Un geste, une bndiction.

More about the As-Coron Grove (in French) : http://www.unseelie.net/as_coron.html
LS wants to thank:
The Silh-Gio clan,
the ML Vertigen, Les Moutons Electriques, publisher,
and Estelle Valls de Gomis
for the helping hands on this project.

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For Opale, welcome into this world my little sunshine. May those trees look after you, my so Dear, and remind you forever how precious you are to me. Your mum, Audrey.

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Pour la vie, l'art, mes 2 monstres-crevettes, pour Léa encore et toujours...

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11th March 2014

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11th February 2014

8th January 2014

From now, till the future ages. Till the end of my life. One tree for every year I have lived. Slowly, softly. Like roots, deep into the earth. Like veins, deep under my skin.

Donated by Floriane Schweitzer

9th December 2013

Pour Pierre, Des racines pour t'ancrer en terre de rêve, Un arbre pour ton coeur de jardinier, Des feuilles pour ouvrir le chemin des possibles, De l'espoir pour avancer dans la beauté, De la lumière, pour célébrer ton anniversaire... Elenarn

Donated by Elena Hoyer

13th November 2013

For baby Esteban, To celebrate your coming into this world with an offering to Nature. For Sonia, May you walk in beauty.

Donated by elena hoyer

8th April 2013

Pour Léa, parce que... Maria

Donated by Maria DR

29th November 2012

For Anna, a special gift on a special day. May these trees live forever as a demonstration of my affection for you... Happy birthday! Audrey

Donated by Audrey Vallabregue

9th March 2011

From forest to forest, Fabienne

Donated by Fabienne Bernadou

29th November 2010

To Nicolas K., the love of my life. May we grow old together in this world...and in others. Love you. Helene M.

Donated by Melle helene mangeot

10th September 2010

For Nathalie:happy birthday! May you walk in beauty in all your travels...Here are some roots for your wings! And may the fairies dance around your tree for years to come. Elena

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5th March 2010

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3rd January 2010

9th April 2007

For my father, this gift of seeds, this hope of leaves. And someday, the wind whispering in tall trees will tell of deeply-rooted love... Remember the first flowers ? Helene Pour qu'il dure toujours, que les anciens souhaits soient toujours exaucés. Pour ma forêt, pour Ygora A tree for my beautiful man For Lea, Morgana and Gabriel. With Love, your roots in my country... For the colours of Autumn, and the hope of spring. For all those departed, and for the friends yet to come... Helene (quand tu riais, je riais) Dana bless the day when you'll read that (if only...) Pour Emile et Mémé To Léa,blessings. To earth, and everything I can't do better. To my dad (will you understand ?) ... For Vincent! A tree growing in Scottland, so that you go on listening to the ancient voices...as you grow! With love, Elena For Lea, on a special day : these seeds as a blessing for the words, hopes and beauty you planted in your readers. Helene For all seeders, Frontiers musicians, Fay, webs and weavers. For my tribe, my family. And all others. And yes 'Let's sow As-Coron once more'. Arielle For all growing things... with hope Already one year, and the emotion still feels new... This one is for the trees. A special gift, of sap and seed, for Lady Sophie. Now, You have roots in Scotland ... Winter kisses, Audrey One seed for you, one for me and one for us. To help the earth and to root our love. Happy Birthday Pour les arbres, les livres, les histoires, Zowi et moi. May the Fairies of all the Forests on the world watch over you, so dear Evan ... One seed for You, one seed for My Sweet (I love you madly) and one seed for Life ... Audrey To the one who was, is and will stay so much more than my best friend I dedicate these trees. May their deep roots and their strong trunks support you during your life's storms. May their branches and their leaves hide your sun when it becomes too hot. May their sap be your blood, giving you faeries' immortality. May their spirits protect your mind, preserve your soul. These trees will live and grow through sweet springs and cold winters, through ages, for ever, as a sign of all the love you gave me. For our earth, for your heart...

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