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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6771878" data-attributes="member: 6777052">They dug themselves a hidey-hole in the soft earth and made an improvised rampart with the spoil, then they carefully positioned Clotbert under the tree root, which was about a yard thick, so that his wildly thrashing arms would not bring down the roof of their chamber. As they dug, Fingers asked BoldItalic why he needed the mirror. "All will become clear," was his enigmatic answer.When they finished digging, BoldItalic took the mirror and embedded it in the earth rampart at a sloping angle, so that they could look out from the safety of their chamber and see the reflection of the sky straight above them from whence the hawks, if they attacked again, would come.Rylnethaz approved. "This idea has wider applications, perhaps to the defence of castles," he mused, "But the glass needs a good polish." And so saying, he began to rub the mirror with a scarf. "I look a bit of a mess, don't I?" he commented ruefully as he saw his own scarred and blood-smeared face reflected in the glass. Then he cried out in astonishment for suddenly, as he rubbed, the face in the mirror changed and became that of someone else entirely.Rylnethaz beheld the face of the fairest elf maiden he had ever seen, looking straight back at him out of the mirror. She too seemed astonished. Her mouth went Ö and her eyes went ÔÔ then the daintiest pair of hands appeared and covered her face as if in embarassment. She peeped out saucily between her fingers, though. Then the eyes closed and the face slid slowly down out of sight. Rylnethaz rubbed frantically at the glass, but he could not bring her back. All he could see was the interior of a richly-furnished bedchamber with a distinctly feminine look and a crown motif on the wallpaper. Then that too faded until only the sky above him remained.Rylnethaz was suddenly a changed <s>man</s> elf. "Why are we skulking down here?" he demanded, "I'm going to shin up the tree and take on those hawks myself. It will be hawk cutlets for dinner tonight! Who's with me?" and he started climbing the tree, hand over hand with his sword clenched between his teeth, at an astonishing turn of speed."Did you see what I saw?" asked Fingers. "I fear so," replied BoldItalic. "It may be that conquering armies will not be needed and princesses will feature after all." Fingers nodded towards the still-raving Clotbert. "Best not to move him, isn't it? And it might take both of us to hold him down, mightn't it?" BoldItalic agreed and they settled down to wait, sharing a venison sandwich that Fingers seemed to have found somewhere.In a remote citadel high in the Twisty Mountains, Rumblebuff the court glazier answered a knock at his door. A rather haughty elf girl stood there, looking disdainful. She held a note elegantly between her fingertips and waited silently for him to take it. It was written on palace notepaper. "My mistress commands me to say that one is unhappy about the magic mirror you supplied last week," the note said. "You will attend immediately.""Was the enchantment flawed?" asked the gnome, as he hastily collected his coat and outdoor boots. "Did the princess not behold the face of her one true love?" His professional reputation could be on the line, here, he thought. Not to mention his neck.The girl replied, in the kind of aristocratic voice that can freeze a peasant at twenty paces, "My mistress is enamoured of a ruffian. It is quite unsuitable."Meanwhile, far away in a giant forest, two hawks made up their minds.</blockquote>

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