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"I could not help hearing the plans of Master Andwise," Wenda said, "for he and I live by the same means." She looked to Andwise. "Maybe we can tangle it to a tree. What then? 'Tis only a shell, that man-body it wears. When first I saw it, no body it had at all. A shadow it was, and moved free without a body. Who's to say that if the body it wears is stuck to a tree, it doesn't leave it sag and take up the next nearest?" Wenda shuddered. "Nay, traps and spears and sword are no match for this unwight, unless they be Elvish."
Wenda looked to White Paw. "Are you an Elf dog? Nay, you do not look it, though legends tell that there was one once that ran in middle earth, and could use the speech of humans." White Paw tilted his head. Wenda smiled. "Nay, you beauty, no Elf dog are you, none the worse for that."
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