There are marten cats and badgers and foxes in the Ented Woods, but there are of a certainty mightier creatures, and the lake hides what her nor fine take. These creatures are of the race of the white stag that flits in and out of the tales of Arthur, and of the evil pig that slew Diarmuid where Ben Bulben mixes with the sea wind. They are the wizard creatures of hope and fear, they are of them that fly and of them that follow among the thickets that are about the Gates of Death. A man I know remembers that his father was one night in the wood Of Inchy, “where the lads of Gort used to be stealing rods. He was sitting by the wall, and the dog beside him, and he heard something e running from Oeir, and he could see nothing, but the sound of its feet on the ground was like the sound of the feet of a deer. And when it passed him, the dog got between him and the wall and scratched at it there as if it was afraid, but still he could see nothing but only h……（内容加载失败！）
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