I wish to tell you how I found it first of all but I am old my memory fails me you must wait and let me think if I perchance can tell you how it happened Yea in my ears is a confused noise of trumpet-blasts singing over desolate moors in my ears and eyes a clashing and clanging of horse-hoofs a ringing and glittering of steel drawn-back lips set teeth shouts shrieks and curses...
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