She was beautiful, poisonous, and I think that she may have had us all under her charm. We had found her wandering alone, on the plain somewhat hastily named "Santa Lucia’s meadows". As meadows go, this one was a great desolation of enormous rocks, some of which were shaped like fearsome faces. Thankfully, these faces remained still and sleeping, but the wind blowing across them seemed to murmur terrible blasphemy to our ears. We were so relieved to encounter a stranger who could guide us through this place that we easily accepted her among ourselves. Maybe we were afraid of causing a dangerous ruckus by taking her by force, as soldiers often do when they meet pretty women. Perhaps she was just a little intimidating as well.
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