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. "But as
to the title. How about, 'A Tale of Eternal Love'? - no, no,
too corny. How about, 'A Tale of Two Loves'? You see, it's
about two kinds of love, get it?"
Barryn Warrex, not much caring what title the folklorist
gave the story, trudged over to the flat rock where his
helmet and shield were lying.
"Well, I'll have to give that some thought," continued
Aril, tapping his quill feather against his downy chin. "By
the way, this is most important: Should I put this story
down as fact or as fable?"
The knight put on his visorless helmet, his grand white
moustaches flowing well out from it on both sides like two
elegant handles. "The story is true enough as far as I'm
concerned."
"Well, I don't know," said Aril, squinting at the page
through his spectacles. "It seems pretty incredible - even
for the Forest of Wayreth. Perhaps if you had seen those
Entwining Trees yourself, it would lend credibility - "
With some effort, Barryn Warrex stooped and lifted his
heavy, dull shield. "My friend, all I know is that I, too, once
had a beautiful daughter, and that one day, she, too, reached
marriageable age. I behaved no better than this Aron
Dewweb."
"Oh - I'm so sorry," said Aril Witherwind awkwardly,
not sure how to respond to such a confession
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