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We
have
not
written
for
many
days
.
We
did
not
wish
to
speak
.
For
we
needed
no
words
to
remember
that
which
has
happened
to
us
.
It
was
on
our
second
day
in
the
forest
that
we
heard
steps
behind
us
.
We
hid
in
the
bushes
,
and
we
waited
.
The
steps
came
closer
.
And
then
we
saw
the
fold
of
a
white
tunic
among
the
trees
,
and
a
gleam
of
gold
.
We
leapt
forward
,
we
ran
to
them
,
and
we
stood
looking
upon
the
Golden
One
.
They
saw
us
,
and
their
hands
closed
into
fists
,
and
the
fists
pulled
their
arms
down
,
as
if
they
wished
their
arms
to
hold
them
,
while
their
body
swayed
.
And
they
could
not
speak
.
We
dared
not
come
too
close
to
them
.
We
asked
,
and
our
voice
trembled
:
“
How
did
you
come
to
be
here
,
Golden
One
?
”
But
they
whispered
only
:
“
We
have
found
you
.
.
.
.
”
“
How
did
you
come
to
be
in
the
forest
?
”
we
asked
.
They
raised
their
head
,
and
there
was
a
great
pride
in
their
voice
;
they
answered
:
