Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. And all this time perhaps you have been waiting, expecting to hear from me. They all stay!” “And you yourself?” Brendon laughed. YOU did. Once more breaking through the hedge he took to the fields.
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