...a week later, Pechel came. Lithuiele almost cried then--not only at the sight of another dear friend, but also at the several jugs of wine Pechel had brought along to replenish the elf-witch's stores.
She invited her inside for dinner and Pechel insisted on cooking. Lithuiele was exhausted from lack of sleep--due to both her newborn and her fear of the mysterious chanter from her dreams--and let her have her way.
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