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Anhelli - Chapter 6
When the Shaman had calmed the weeping of Anhelli,
he left the fishermen and set out into the wilderness.
And the moon was still high when they came to the hut of an aged man,
who greeted the Shaman like an old friend. He was one of the exiles of Bar, the last one.
His hut, shaded by a broad apple-tree full of the nests of doves
and singing with locusts, was secluded and peaceful.