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Thus his trusty sword makes answer,
Well divining his intentions:
"Why should I not drink thy life-blood,
Blood of guilty Kullerwoinen,
Since I feast upon the worthy,
Drink the life-blood of the righteous?"
"she turned me into a newt"
small welsh peasant from the unpublished collection of drawn welshmen
years after for me these illustrations still feel like warm summer afternoon in childhood