He had heard tales of a hawk that came into the Inn. He shuddered, and his heart calmed down little by little as he listened to the conversation of the two visitors, Lady and Servant-girl. The frightening hawk faded from his mind as soon as the servant-girl uncovered her bread-basket.
Oh, happy morning, happy destiny, that brought these visitors here today! In the dancing firelight, under the table, he believed he saw... crumbs. Perhaps one of them would even spill a few grains of sugar, or some drops of honey.
His nose twitched, and his mouth watered.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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