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62 THE STOEY OF LITTLE KING LOG |
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arrows were falling like hail about him. He raised his shield to ward them off, and as he did so his eyes fell on a little man standing on a rock above the rest, with a crown on his head and a royal mantle on his shoulders. In an instant Youri had flung away his shield and sprung |
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forward, regardless of the arrows that still fell about him.
' Oh, is it you, is it really you, my deliverer ? And is it your subjects who hold as a captive Abeille whom I love ?'
' I am King Loc,' was the answer. And the figure |
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