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From: | Brian Rask |
Subject: | [Emacs-commit] counsello 3074 |
Date: | Fri, 26 May 2006 21:01:39 -0700 |
Hi,
A m B / E N
V A L / u M T r & m a d o I C i A L / S V / a G R A S O m & X & n a x P R O z & C A m o x / c i I l / n M e R / D / A L e V / T R A a descendant in long line of Girion, Lord of Dale, whose wife and child had escaped down the Running River from the ruin long ago. Now he shot with a great yew bow, till all his arrows but one were spent. The flames were near him. His companions were leaving him. He bent his bow for the last time. Suddenly out of the dark something fluttered to his shoulder. He started-but it was only an old thrush. Unafraid it perched by his ear |
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