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ILLEK(To Verloren, as he sits comfortably in the roots of a gigantic oak that grows next to the waterfall) "Indeed, fair maiden, my hair reminds you of a former love? Fortunate am I that my folk are silver-haired, since it gives my that entree into your good opinion." (He takes out a harp and begins playing it softly) "Ah, what could be better than this? On the road with a beautiful girl, water, trees, and wine?" (He puts down his harp and pulls out a greenish flask, then two small silver cups, chased with grape bunches, and pours a glass for each of them. He then toasts her silently, takes a sip, and resumes playing. The stars come out in a purple night, and a full moon begins to rise.)
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