Chapter Eight-4

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An’ so it was tha’ two fine English ladies set off to journey from Grenlowe to the city o’ Mirramay, across many leagues o’ the wilds of Aylfenhame, an’ attended only by a wisp, a pixie an’ a tree-giant. Mighty gumptious o’ them, was it not, now? An’ a merry adventure! I am proud to know the pair o’ them. An’ they managed very well wi’ the demands o’ the journey, ye’ll no be surprised to hear. But it weren’t entirely a smooth-like journey. Such a party as that cannot fail of attractin’ a mite o’ notice…
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