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[theravenboy]

Bran's changed his clothes since this afternoon, when he and his dog Lluchddu herded sheep in the light rain, but his hair is still damp and sticking to his face.

Now he sits on a chair near the fire, with his harp, a small book and a pot of tea.

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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"If I thought I was going to hurt people," Mary says, firmly, "I should not do it."

Mary's seen enough of the results of bad doctors.

[theravenboy]

"I am glad to hear that, Mary."

Bran considers the sadly ignored plate of biscuits. "Are you sure you would not like one? Very good, they are."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

Mary considers the biscuits for a while.

"I expect I may as well try one," she says, finally, with the air of one conferring a great favor.

[theravenboy]

One can't stop after a single biscuit, of course, so Bran and Mary talk until the plate is empty.