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a cleaner air. In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone
sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of
berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he
wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of
oak.
The prisoners were brought before him; and though he looked grimly at
them, he told his men to unbind them, for they were ragged and weary.