Cao Yong LILY POND

Cao Yong LILY PONDCao Yong KOI PONDCao Yong GIRL WITH MUSICIAN
assorted grails and crucibles, and a box full of
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rings, necklaces, and bracelets heavy with the hermetic sym-bols of a dozen religions. She tipped them all into a sack.
Then there were the books. Goodie Whemper had been something of a bookworm among witches. There were almost a dozen. She -bles, or even a hiss. But it just sank. Just as if it wasn’t any-thing very important.
Another world, another castle .. .
The elf galloped over the frozen moat, steam billowing from its black horse and from the thing it carried over its neck.
It rode up the steps and into the hall itself, where the Queen sat amidst her dreams .. .
“My lord Lankin?”
“A stag!”
It was still alive. Elves were skilled at leaving things alivehesitated about the books, and finally she let them stay on the shelves.There was the statutory pointy hat. She’d never liked it anyway, and had always avoided wearing it. Into the sack with it.She looked around wild-eyed until she spotted the small cauldron in the inglenook. That’d do. Into the sack with that, and then tie the neck with string.On the way up to the palace she crossed the bridge over Lancre Gorge and tossed the sack into the river.It bobbed for a moment in the strong current, and then sank.She’d secretly hoped for a string of multicolored bub