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He had two little ones in his care. There there, he would say, and hold them one at a time, pressed up against his chest or leg. How they loved such times! With trumpeting cries they would race away and back. Were they children? Were they capable of such a brutal thing as childhood, such a sweet band of thieves as that? No, no, they remained just as they were, and sat about inventing riddles, which they would leave by the nearest road for travelers to find.