EILONWY WAS PUTTING AWAY earthen bowls and dishes when Taran hurried into the scullery. "Look!" he cried. "Dallben gave me this! Gird it on me--- I mean, if you please. Say you will. I want
you to be the one to do it."
Eilonwy turned to him in surprise. "Yes, of course," she said, blushing, "if you really..."
"I do!" cried Taran. "After all," he
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