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"And this promise, I have kept. It is already fulfilled. Your spell and mine are both completed. AND THIS PROMISE I HAVE KEPT IT HAS ALREADY FULFILLED YOUR SPELL AND MINE ARE BOTH COMPLETED
 of his magic, he made it impossible for any person or power to recall or hinder the operation of these words. Leaving the cave's mouth, in order to be at the cross, before day should dawn, the first thing he met was a hideous ogress, grinning and rolling her bleared red eyes at him. On her head seemed what was more like moss, than hair. She stretched out a long bony finger at him. On it, flashed the splendid diamond, which Benlli had given his bride, the beautiful Maid of the Green Forest. "Take me to thy bosom, monk Wyland," she shrieked, laughing hideously and showing what looked like green snags in her mouth. "For I am the wife you are sworn to wed. Thirty years ago, I was Benlli's blooming bride. When my beauty left me, his love flew out of the window. Now I am a foul ogress, but magic makes me young again every seventh night. I promised that my beauty should last until the tall flag reeds and the long green rushes grow in his hall." Amazed at her story, Wyland drew in his breath. AKE HER MY OWN THEN BY THE POWERS OF HIS MAGIC HE MADE IT IMPOSSIBLE FOR ANY PERSON OR POWER TO RECALL OR HINDER THE OPERATION OF THESE WORDS LEAVING THE CAVE'S MOUTH IN ORDER TO BE AT THE CROSS BEFORE THE DAY SHOULD DAWN THE FIRST THING HE MET WAS A HIDEOUS OGRESS GRINNING AND ROLLING HER BLEARED RED EYES AT HIM ON HER HEAD SEEMED WHAT WAS MORE LIKE MOSS THAN HAIR SHE STRETCHED OUT A LONG BONY FINGER AT HIM ON IT FLASHED A SPLENDID DIAMOND WHICH BENTLEY HAD GIVEN HIS BRIDE THE BEAUTIFUL MAID OF THE GREEN FOREST TAKE ME TO THY BOSOM MONK WYN SHE SHRIEKED LAUGHING HIDEOUSLY AND SHOWING WHAT LOOKED LIKE GREEN SNAGS IN HER MOUTH FOR I AM THE WIFE YOU ARE SWORN TO WED THIRTY YEARS AGO I WAS BENTLEY'S BLOOMING BRIDE WHEN MY BEAUTY LEFT ME HIS BLOOD FLEW OUT THE WINDOW NOW I AM IN A FOUL OGRESS BUT MAGIC MAKES ME YOUNG AGAIN EVERY SEVENTH NIGHT I PROMISED THAT MY BEAUTY SHOULD LAST UNTIL THE TALL FLAG REEDS AND THE LONG GREEN RUSHES GROW IN HIS HALL AMAZED BY THE STORY WYLAND DREW HIS BREATH
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