Lassiël and Gamba studied each other. Gamba smiled. "That poet was too serious, " he said.
Together they selected a few stuffed peppers. "Come on, Mistress Cami, " Gamba said, and handed an extra to Cami. Then they went off to find the poet.
"Lady Bethberry! Have you seen the poet?" Gamba called, and Bethberry lit up with a delicious smile. "Why, I have, " she said. "He went that way. Wait!"
And she armed herself with two servings of apple pie a la mode, and gleefully skipping a few steps, joined them. The four set off.
"You know, Mistress Cami, " Gamba suddenly said, "I'm not sure that Ancalimon would approve."
"I think they call him Gandalf here, " Cami said, unsteadily. "And you are probably right." She looked uneasily over her shoulder.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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