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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Raven Crowking" data-source="post: 1975690" data-attributes="member: 18280">The food was tasty, but not supernaturally so.A courier approached with a crystal decanter full of clear water.  Etain snatched Selanil's goblet away and replaced it with a fresh one.  "Lest there be some remnant of former drink upon it," she whispered.One of the noblemen, drunken on mead, leaned over to Selanil and said, like a chant, "This is that Queen Maeve who gallops night by night through lover’s brains that they dream of love, and breathes her breath over ladies' lips who straight on kisses dream.""Aye," said another, "and angry Maeve their lips with blisters plagues because their breath is tainted with sweet meats."That set the table on a roar.  Encouraged by his success, and not noting the anger in his Mistress's eyes, the first nobleman went on:  "This is the very Maeve that pleats the manes of horses in the night and tangles foul sluttish hairs.  This is the very One, that when maidens lie on their backs presses them, and learns them first to bear, making them women of good carriage....""Enough!" Maeve said.  Although she did not raise her voice much, the room fell silent.  She waved the noblemen's comments away with one slender hand.  "Forgive them, My Champion," she said, "for they talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy -- as thin a substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind."She smiled now at the host, as though they were all children, and she their mother.  Many of them, it seemed, were intoxicated."A foul animal lairs within a barrow which once housed my folk," she said.  "It is as large and rough as a lion, and has similar feet, but its ears and face are like those of a man with three rows of teeth in each jaw.  Its eye is grey, and its body red; it has a tail  like a land scorpion, in which there is a sting.  It darts forth the spines with which it is covered, instead of hair, and it utters a noise resembling the united sound of a pipe and a trumpet.  It is not less swift of foot than a stag, and is wild, and devours men."She lay one slender, warm hand upon Selanil's, where it touched the stem of his goblet."That is why I require a Champion.  As for why I believe it to be you...have you never dreamt of cutting evil throats, of breaches, ambushes, and flashing blades?  And then, anon, wake hearing the blood drumming in your ear, at which you swear a prayer or two, and sleeps again?  Am I wrong in believing that you are a warrior?"She smiled."Do you not wish to be My Champion?"</blockquote>

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