Talk:Eric Wheelbrace

"It is entirely possible that in keeping with elven practice in these matters, a barefoot and disorientated rambler may stagger out from the opposite side of the Dancers, with vague memories of two or three confused days and a nice lady who let him refill his trusty water-bottle, when about two hundred Discworld years have elapsed according to consensus time..." What?? Surely if it's in keeping with elven practice in these matters, Eric has been skinned alive and is constantly on the verge of death but is so much more amusing whilst he whimpers in agony? --Knmatt 14:45, 13 December 2009 (UTC)

In one sense, Thomas The Rhymer (one of those folk sings warning you never to get involved with Elf-Queens) describes a rambler's paradise..

"Don't you see yon broad broad road

That lies accross the green sward leaven,

That is the road to wickedness, though some call it the road to heaven...

Don't you see yon narrow narrow road, so thick beset with thorns and briars

That is the road to righteousness, though after it so few inquire.

Don't you see yon bonny, bonny, road

That lies accross the ferny brae?

That is the road to fair Elfland, where you and I this night must gae..."

Three seperate roads to explore once inside the Dancers? Eric must have thought - at first - he'd died and gone to Heaven... I wonder if he is being allowed to explore them - but at the Elf-Queen's whim - and when he proves to be uninteresting, a much altered Eric may re-enter our world...--AgProv 22:25, 14 December 2009 (UTC)

The scenario in question does sound more like experience of the Chalk Gate, but they might change places another time. Faerie is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're going to get. --Old Dickens 23:16, 14 December 2009 (UTC)