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Lost and now found.
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A gift fit for a king.
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Do you recognize it?
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Where did you find this?
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On the moors. My slave Cain found it on the barren hill where nothing grows.
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I beat him for treading near such an unholy place.
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My Lord,
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isn't this...
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So, Lord Beowulf,
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it's come back to you, after all these years.
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My Lord, this is the slave who found it.
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Please, please don't kill me!