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GALADRIA (They continue to ride along the road. She wonders at the new feeling of excitement that she experiences. The sky is bluer, the grass' green so deep as to touch the heart with every thought she ever had about Spring. The oak trees that they ride among seem venerable, just about to utter speech that will solve all of her problems. The fluffy white clouds that build up in the northwest seem to be forming battlements and towers of some immense and far-off castle, with wispy pendants flying from a hundred points. Surely, the folk that live there are happy, she thinks.
(As they top a rise, she sees a silvery river running through the fields and flowers. A single graceful bridge spans it, and before this bridge stands a tent, its fabric shining in the sun like silk. A shield is set up before it, bearing the device of the Flowery Tree, argent, on a field, Azure. Sir Hardimour, she realises with a start.) "Look, everyone, it is the shield of Sir Blandimore, my old comrade. Helm send that he be well, for he is a very valiant knight." And so much more, she thinks with a pang she thought forever banished from her heart.
[ 02-01-2002: Message edited by: Galadria1 ]
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