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First, Camille looked over at Marigold and smiled. "I'm so very pleased to meet you. I heard you took a bad tumble and I hope you feel better. I'll be working here at the Inn. I'm not sure what Cook will have me do. I'll just have to wait and see. But I hope we have some time together." Camille felt very uncomfortable being introduced when she was wearing her dirty and ragged clothes. She also hoped that Marigold didn't know about the dress. However, Marigold was polite and, even if she'd heard, she never menioned anything at all.
Once the two young lasses had exchanged a few friendly words, Camille looked at Mithalwen more closely. Her eyes opened wide in alarm and anticipation. She was so surprised that she could barely blurt out a few words of introduction. "You....you're an Elf! Very pleased to meet you." She looked over shyly at Mithalwen and continued, "I don't mean to pry, ma'am, but Mum once said Elves could do magic. You just wave a wand and make people well. If you don't mind, I'd like to know if that is true."
Inside Camille's head was the image of her younger brother as he struggled to get up to his feet and, with the aid of a crutch, barely made it down the lane more than two or three paces.
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