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Peony saw Gwenneth enter the stables with her horse. "There they are." She said putting on Surefoot's reins. "Let us greet them."
She led Surefoot out of the stall and called to Gwenneth. "Gwenneth, I'm over here." She walked over to where her friend stood. She patted Surefoot's nose. "This is my beloved mare Surefoot."
Peony looked at Gwenneth's mare, filled with awe. "And this must be Elenath."
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"Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain
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