The procession of elves—Liffi lost count at one hundred twenty—wended through the quicksilver-tinted countryside dappled by the moonlight. They skipped and frolicked to the enchanting music of fiddles, pipes, tambours, and handbells. Strange words reached her ears.
“Yam het noom ghlit oru awy, tel su lal eb neo thiw het reaht.”
“Yam het noom ghlit oru awy, tel su lal eb neo thiw het reaht.”Only after it had been repeatedly chanted did she realise that they were words she knew, just scrambled in her head.
“Of course,” she said. “With the Earth!”
Hyssith squeezed her hand and laughed. “We were just teasing you, to see how long it would take you. Elves are like that We must have our fun. Those nearest of them giggled and clapped.
One said, “Liffi is clever. It didn’t take her long!”
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