Ruby invited the Elven lady to step in and showed her to a table. ‘I’ll have our stableman take care of your horse, ma’am. Which is yours, by the way?’
With a deft hand, Ruby sat a small carved crystal glass in front of the Lady, and poured out a generous helping of the Elvish spirit. ‘Now, if you’ld like something else beyond that, we’ve all manner of teas and juices. And if you’re hungry, we can bring you a plate of chicken and dumplings and fresh vegetables from the garden.’ She curtsied to the Lady and turned to leave, then turned back once more.
‘My name is Ruby, by the way, ma’am. And what might we call you?’
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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