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IN THE SHAMAN'S CHAMBER
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she woke up to find her sweet bird flown. She would search for you and be angry with me.
It seems that she cannot be angrier than she is,
I answered. Give us a night's start and let her search never so closely, she shall not find us.
You forget. Wanderer, that she and her old Rat have arts. Those who knew where to meet you might know where to seek you. And yet, and yet, it would be rare to see her rage.
Oh, Yellow-beard, where are you, Yellow-beard?
he went on, mimicking his wife's voice. Come back and let me melt your ice. Yellow-beard.
Again he laughed; then said suddenly—
When can you be ready?
In half an hour,
I answered.
Good. Go to your chambers and prepare. I will join you there presently.
So we went.
