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Where the tears are dried from our faces, or settle,
Still as a stream in accomplished countries of peace,
And the traveler opens, permitting the voyage of light
As air, as the heart in repose this lasting day.
Easeful the forest, easeful its mansions perfected
Where we grow and decay no longer, our trees ever
green,
Ripe fruit never falling, streams still and transparent
As air, as the heart in repose this lasting day.
Denzil stopped with a sharp exhalation, still staring
into the flames. " 'The Bird Song of Wayreth Forest.'
Quivalen Sath," he said solemnly.
Gisella watched his stony profile from her own bed-
roll. What a complicated package this man was -- at
Chapter 17
Damaris touched the scneaming human's shoul-
der tentatively. "If you don't mind my saying, you sound
a little unhinged, whoever you are."
Phineas was pressed against the wall of Vinsint's
room, still seated on the table, whimpering and gibber-
ing with fear. When Damaris spoke to him, he closed his
mouth and for the first time his rheumy eyes looked up at
her. "Damaris Metwinger, I presume?"
"That's me," she said pleasantly. Her light blue eyes
were as large as her smile. "Who are you?"
Trapspringer hastily made the introductions.
"I'm glad that's settled," the ogre said mildly, continu-
ing his meal preparations as if nothing untoward had
happened. "You'll find the accommodations quite com-
fortable, and I'm told I'm a good cook. You'll like it here,
once you get used to it."
"We can't stay." Phineas wailed, frantically straining
against the bonds at his wrists
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