Chapter 78
Wondrous headed doe, with horns of a thousand branches and knobs
Thousand branches and knobs and of a thousand bright candles
Amongst its horns it carries the light of the blessed sun
On it's forehead there is a star, on it's chest the moon
And it starts along the banks of the shining heavenly Danube
That it may be the messenger of heaven and bringer of news
About our creator and caring god
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—Legend of the Wonderous Hind
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GITA
Eeek!
Gita tumbled backwards into a space so tight, so dark, it felt as though she tumbled down a throat. The wall contracted, closing the ventilation shaft as if it had never existed. She took a deep, shuddering breath and forced herself not to make a sound. A sliver of light shone in from the room beyond.
Behind her, her foot disappeared
