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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: weary of the wind," quoth she; and she bewailed her day.
The King's daughter was aware of a man upon the beach; he went
hooded so that none might perceive his face, and a pipe was
underneath his arm. The sound of his pipe was like singing wasps,
and like the wind that sings in windlestraw; and it took hold upon
men's ears like the crying of gulls.
"Are you the comer?" quoth the King's daughter of Duntrine.
"I am the corner," said he, "and these are the pipes that a man may
hear, and I have power upon the hour, and this is the song of the
morrow." And he piped the song of the morrow, and it was as long
as years; and the nurse wept out aloud at the hearing of it.
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