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Tainaron - Mail from another city { 1 }
by Leena Krohn { 2 }
Date as postmark - the twenty-eighth letter { 558 }
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Today I opened the door, and before me rose the Rhinoceros beetle, as gloomy and simple as a mountain. He is a friend of Longhorn, but I have only met him in passing before. | { 559 } |
'Come inside,' I asked, but he went on standing on the spot, swaying, and I could not fathom what he wanted. | { 560 } |
'Have you seen Longhorn recently?' I asked at length, for I had not seen Longhorn for many days. | { 561 } |
'It was Longhorn who sent me here,' he responded, and fell silent once more. | { 562 } |
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'Thank you, but I do not need anything,' I said in astonishment. 'But where is Longhorn himself?' | { 565 } |
'I thought you already knew,' said the Rhinoceros Beetle, suddenly standing still. | { 566 } |
'I do not know anything,' I said, fearing the worst. 'Has something happened to Longhorn?' | { 567 } |
I felt like shaking the Rhinoceros Beetle, who remained motionless, but he was too wide. I thought I understood. | { 568 } |
'Ah, he is already asleep,' I said, and was very offended. It was not polite to retire for the winter without even saying goodnight. | { 569 } |
'He is in his pupal cell,' said the Rhinoceros Beetle, becoming even more massive than before. | { 570 } |
Such is my farewell to Longhorn today, date as postmark, in the city of Tainaron. | { 577 } |
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