Oleanna woke again in the short dark hours around midnight, the birch branches of the elves' wood reaching out, wrapping her in their spindly arms. Her mother and Anna, and her eldest sister Severina, were singing, singing in the distance, the waves of the lake whipped by the cold autumn wind, pounding the shore in a marching funeral dirge. Lifting her head, she could see them, standing in the small boat, arms lifted, palms out: a warning, and a farewell. "Don't stand in the boat," Oleanna whispered.
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