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"Thank you," Frieda said. "But I'm not really a Daughter of Eve. You see,
I'm really a Son of Adam. Or perhaps a Daughter of Adam? No, that's not
right. A son of Eve, maybe?"
"Really?" the faun said. "You sound a little confused. Perhaps you would care to explain more fully? But not out here in the cold. Come inside, into the warm. We can talk whilst we're having tea." Frieda hesitated a moment. She recalled that fauns had a rather dubious reputation in her own homeland's mythology. Weren't they supposed to be keen on drunken orgies? Or was that satyrs? In any case, this particular faun did not seem to her at all likely to do anything like that. And going inside out of the cold and being supplied with food and drink sounded like a very good idea. "Thank you," she said a second time. She followed the faun inside, and found herself in a comfortable room, furnished with two lounge chairs, a dining table and a well-stocked bookshelf. The fireplace contained a fire that kept the room comfortably warm. "Welcome to my home," the faun said. "My name is...
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