Slowly, silently, and with perfect control, I was drawing in a measured breath when—pfft—close to my head—as if a fairy had dropped a little posey… But then the stink struck me like a sudden sledgehammer. This was no fairy. This was no delicate daisy. It was Undine! That rotten, putrid villain, Undine. She had let off a silent broadside: one that was going to kill all the cattle within a radius of a mile and cause the greenwoods beyond first to sicken and then to die.
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