Brightmeadow closed her book and tucked it away as the robed man spoke.

" Right, " she said, nodding, sensing that the man was trying to convey something to her.

A gust of cold wind blew across the garden and Brightmeadow shivered. Even in Summer, the days were short here.

The witch stood and said,
" I am a stranger here, and would much appreciate it if you would show me around a little. I was hoping to see Elbo, the Gardener, perhaps we could look in that greenhouse over there first? "

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