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. I also can choose - and I choose never to hunt again. If
you have ever loved these woods, this world - if you have
ever loved at all - see what these strangers mean for our
world, and choose to break the cycle." He fell silent again.
The stag ruminated - as befits a thoughtful ruminant.
Finally he said, "Evidently, you have business with those
who enter Darken Wood. Might you be persuaded to leave
that business - "
" - for a later time? Yes. After all, as you point out, I
have left my post before; I could postpone returning to it for
a while. At my time of life - " he gave a grisly and
meaningless smile - "one day or night is as good as the
next."
"I gather you find it easy to postpone duty. A matter of
habit, perhaps?"
The king scratched his ghostly beard with a ghostly
finger. "Or else I am betraying my current habits. One is
inclined to hope that you, too, could betray your current
habits, as easily as you once, and ever thereafter, betrayed
the For - "
"Now who is tactless?"
"Granted. You will consider all that I said? You may
still choose - "
"I may. I will consider." The stag bounded off, knowing
he did not need to agree on a later meeting-place with the
dead king
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