Chapter 7: Liber Sextus

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The Tragic Tale of his most excellent knight defender of the weak & meek
Lumus Novus Lux Dominus


Liber Sextus



New Corinth Grand citadel of
Milk & honey, how should I praise
Thee? How Should I elevate thine marvel?
How could I write of thee?
Thy justice is immaculate
By thy honour & rectitude.
Oh, thou fortress of pristine & pure
Virtues, morality is thy law,
Wealth thy reward.
For thou wert the Florence of artists,
The Vienna of musicians. The city of
Lights before your time.
Now receive your child & hero
With open arms & true affection.








Gloria & peace art thine oh New Corinth.(Mozart missabrevis)
Home of the goddess Victoria, New Corinth.
Musaepolis of undoubted brilliancy.
Welcome thy saviour with felicity.
Lumus the gallant warrior & fear of
Brutes, as predicted by heavens above!
Sound the trumpets, sing the hymns, rejoice!
Unify thy gladness & exalt thy voice!

The city gates open & Lord Lumus
Enters sublimely guiding his train, thus
Manner, a caravan of soldiers follow
Their master as the stars succeed Apollo.
& the proud knights rides his worthy black horse.
Trotting contently through the streets. His course
Is paved by thousands of white camellias
& marigolds. Te laudo vir Dias!

Triumphantly he parades among his
Company of soldiers & surviving peasants. Is
There no citizen who won’t welcome
His grace? Nay they all greet him with
Extols. & the Courtier alike the smith,
Removed their headwear in reverence.
The woman both young & old in deliverance


From mourn & dismay, placed their hands on Lumus
Armour, to then kiss the palms of their hands; “Te amamus”
They would exclaim. Lastly the children carried
Wild flowers to adorn his worn saddle. Varied
Fruits they bring to Metzengerstein, oh, happy horse!
Alas! Among the crowd a shadowy figure (Lapis Philoso)
Breaks his way to the knight’s path until before
Lumus, Icarus knelt likewise that night of yore.

‘I travelled to rise the Guelphs, but none was
Moved to battle. I failed thee in your cause.
I alone could not have reported in thine
Presence, but I plead, oh master of mine,
Provide care under thine wing & never
Would I neglect another command nor sever
My true loyalty to thee.’ He spoke “Solemnly”.
Lumus once placed trust in thee & wrongfully

Thou Scarabee ignored his command.
Why should he abide to your demand?
Lumus halted & looked down on the boy.
‘Dost thou address me so & block my convoy
During the celebration of our achievements?
Thou insult our universal bereavement.
For men of great dignity died as thou coward,
In a raddle shack beaten & scoured

By the unforgiving shocks of nature
Didst hid. Under what pretext thou creature
Display your disgraceful & immoral
Degraded torvity among my moral
Brethren. I command thee to relieve our sight
From your shame, that we may never see the light
Of thee. Be gone fiend, I know thee not.’

Icarus never raising his head stood
Up & walked away towards the crowd, he could
Not bear to hold his gaze to Lumus when
Indeed he had spoken truth. But for now, my pen
Shall write no more of him, even I have
No empathy for thee, thus I shall behave.
& Lumus continued his path through the streets
Striving to reach the luxurious palace where the seats



Of the rulers of New Corinth; The Duke
Alastor, the Duchess Latona & where as a fluke
Or by fate Lumus met their daughter Diane.
The palace of New Corinth where their love began.
I plead young lovers your tale to turn anew.
Now as a hero Lumus was received as the entryway flew
Open & through  the single path in that courtyard.(Zadok) 
Where escorted Lumus & his company by the royal guard.

If I may describe in detail, the setting
Of his destination. Interpreting
Ancient scripts outlining a majestic
Castle, whose mere length lies unsighted in mystic
Legend. As was said to be surrounded by acres of green
Grass with a vastity of blooming flowers seen
In an expanse of burst of color, a glowing
Iris ring of endless equipoise, where no glooming

Thought could ever penetrate such fortress
Of pulchritude. Its flowing rivers & surplus
Delight satisfies the ever-curious gaze,
The stomach is pleas’d by the champs de fraise.

Lumus on its loyal horse trotted through those
Fields enriched by the perpetual pose
Of old heroes whom gracefully guard his flow.
History forever has adorned thine feats from long ago;

Bellerophon, Jason, Antilochus, Nestor.

Idomeneus, Glaucus, Aeneas, Hector.
Pandar, Sarpaedon, Memnon, Theseus.
Agenor, Odysseus & Perseus.
They all welcome thee, noble knight as statues.
Celebrating the distinguished triumph, whose
Exceptional deeds in war & peace etch
Thy name in the slab of history. Sketched


Permanently in the halls of ageless
Time. Thou art immortal revered nameless
Knight, for Lumus was chosen in accord
To the light thou wert to bring forth.
In view ‘twas he before his grace the palace was.
A building in Greek Parthenon semblance.
Four pillars of granite hold its pediment
Carved with a mosaic of nine delicate
Muses & Athenea the celibate.

Eagerly they observe Lumus arrival.
They who are the inspiration of recital;
Thalia, Clio, in omni dorato.
Polyhymnia, Euterpe, Terpsichore .
Celebrate extensively thine victory.
& Calliope with a still raven resting
On her shoulder, gently caressing.

Beneath them pending his most loyal knight,
Alastor & Lady Latona at his right.
Diana taking his mother’s good side.
The Latin poem of Rome aside by.
Lumus virtuous mother whose Dukes left
Imposed fortitude & grace disclosed deft.
Behind them were a mass of knights, guards &
Courtesans, patricians & consorts stunned

To see the train of rare gifts brought from afar.
Indeed what imperial epic bazaar;
Animals ne’er seen, fruits & novelties.
Rich stones, ore, skins, swords in grand quantities.
All gathered from Lumus various travels.
& in his body scars from many battles.
& as Lumus reached his place, in quick glance,
Diana saw in him the loft youth which caused a state of trance.


She rapidly could remember that night
How a troubadour broke the brittle light.
That fair youth who would visit her solitude
& satisfy her need for a song or prelude.
A tear formed in her lovely right eye,
But quickly she wiped it away in a sigh.

Lumus presented himself before them, he offered
Kneeling on white steps, a rare gem
To Diana & rich pearls to Latona.
As for the Duke, he held an Onyx corona.
To her mother he offered an amber
& sterling necklace with a carved Alexander.
They were all pleas’d ev’n the present discussed,
The exuberant gifts. Until the Duke spoke thus;

 

‘Son’ said Alastor, by the grace & mercy
Of God almighty, thou returneth sturdy
Oak, potent drum, flag & sharp sword. Come, come,
Let me embrace thee in my arms. Aye from
Sorrow thou didst uplifted our hearts, say
Thy father must be proud of thee to pay
Good service to thine Duke.’

Lumus replied; ‘He is by St. Mark & St. Luke.
My father sith long ago passed away.
Barely I knew him evr’y night for his soul I pray.’
& his mother gently answered thee youth,
‘I know my child, how proud he is in truth.
He could not display his merry joy than now.
He observes thee child, semper. Then come thou






Let me warm thy heart with a soft embrace.’
Lumus approach’d her mother & kiss’d her face.
Then to Diana & his families grace
He followed suit, back to their luxurious place.
If I may briefly pause the good story.
& speak of Lumus mother. In repertory
From which the piles of papers I studied.
No record of said lady lies. I examined

An entire bookshelf & an ocean
Of parchments but sadly my devotion
Is for naught. Time has forgotten of her.
What aspect did she resemble? Or from where
Did she originate? What was her fate?
Sadly, we’ll never learn, thus nothing more I relate.
The fair Diana could not bare to meet
Lumus ever wondering eyes wishing to greet.

But Diana would not yield to lift her gaze,
& poor Lumus was starved from affection by daze
Diane. meanwhile her thoughts raced through & fro,
Undertaking the task to know if Lumus was her beau.
They reached the dining room where a long table
Was set to celebrate Lumus victory. Able
To spare a feast the Duke set his great cooks
To ready the festive meal. Here piled are books

With recipes which describe their elaborative
Preparation made possible by collaborative
Organization & majestic skill.
Master cooks pre heat the oven & grill.
Here are the items consumed in the meal;
Au jus braised two whole legs of veal.
In a vinaigrette sauce of onions & mint.
Baked salmon marinated & smoked over a splint


Of cedar planks & red maple leaves
Tomato wedges & greens girded up in sheaves.
Whole hens roasted & stuffed with rice pilaf
Marjoram, sweetened with honey & filled of
Sage, Tarragon, blanched nuts & dates. With soft
Carrots served aside. (Indeed, how oft’
They were replenished!) Apricot glazed pork loins
Seasoned with cinnamon, nutmeg & cloves the Duke enjoys.

Everyone to meet their fill! & with a rare
Arid plant brought from the south a cacti
Well cooked & spiced with salt, makes the magpie
Knight Atolius eat the steamed beets aside.
Pheasants in a red wine reduction
With pears gently boiled in a conduction
Of cranberry juice & sugar with a touch
Of cinnamon & ginger. (Strong a bit much)

As I hold these recipes in my hands, a thought yet
Lofts. I will abstain from writing what is left.
For this is no cook book. I hope one day
I may taste the majesty of those array
Savories meats & dulcet desserts. The guests
Were invited to the parlor where requests
Were proposed to hear a poem or song.
The duke bid Diana thus; ‘Rise noble birdsong,

Delight our guests with thy charming voice.
Lumus hastily took her place by his choice.
‘Lord Duke’ he said ‘If I may, learnt I have
Many songs memorized, not long but in halve
The time taken of any ancient
Greek one. I ask of thee for now to be her replacement.
The duke was overjoyed by Lumus sincere offer.
The knight his ocarina played old melodies to honour
Netzahualcoyotl its rightful author.

 

ZANIO IN XOCHITL TONEQUIMILOL


Zanio in xochitl tonequimilol,

zanio in cuicatl ic huehuetzin

telel in nepapan xochitla

a in tlalticpac,

Ohuaya Ohuaya.


In mach noca

om polihuiz in cohuayotl,

in mach noca

om polihuiz in icniuhyotl

in ononya yehua ni Yoyontzin -Ohuaye!-

on cuicatilo in ipalnemoani,

Ohuaya Ohuaya


Ayac on matia ompa tonyazque

o ye ichan o zanio ye nican

in tinemico tlalticpac,

A Ohuaya


In ma ya moyol iuh quimati

in antepilhuan

in ancuahtin amocelo

ah mochipan titocnihuan

zan cuel achic nican 

timochi tonyazque

o ye ichan,

Ohuaya Ohuaya.

 

 

 

FLOWERS ARE OUR ONLY GARMENTS

By Nezahualcoyotl


Flowers are our only garments,
only songs make our pain subside,
diverse flowers on earth,
Ohuaya ohuaya.
Perhaps my friends will be lost,
my companions will vanish
when I lie down in that place, I Yoyontzin -Ohuaye!-
in the place of song and of Life Giver,
Ohuaya ohuaya.
Does no one know where we are going?
Do we go to God’s home or
do we live only here on earth?
Ah ohuaya.
Let your hearts know,
oh princes, oh eagles and jaguars
that we will not be friends forever,
only for a moment here, then we go
to Life Giver’s home,
Ohuaya ohuaya.

 

A tongue none could understand was spoken
However, all were compelled, as an unbroken
Silence reigned the chamber. Then, the once stern
Still, Diane shattered when she learned
The translation of Lumus song, her confide emotions
Could no longer be held, she broke in many explosions
Of weeping & bawling as she retreated
To the balcony where her sorrow could be depleted.
 
The Duke in shame called for the servants hastily
To retrieve Diane & redeem herself faithfully
‘I will not endure such shame in my household!
Nor will I risk the peace of my saintly abode!
Wife enlighten some sense to that child! Teach her
To control those womanish moods, she is thy daughter
Discipline such insolent behavior’
Anon, Lumus noted & as her savior,

Spoke; ‘My lord I pray, anger not against
Thy lady daughter, for I caused such offense.
  Let thy rage befall upon me for I
Confess, my song stirr’d such emotions. By
This ocarina Diane yields to tears.
The first time I heard such words of truth, my cares
As defenses were tore, I never hid away
The water of my eyes but today,

 I have do wronged thee, thy home, thy guests,
  Thy daughter & thy honor. As requests
  Were made for songs. I request lord Duke, allow me
To speak to Diane & mend my crime, I ask thee
With thy good permission, let me speak with her.’
The Duke was pleased & with deep laughter
Approved Lumus request. ‘Go good sir knight,
Heal the soft heart, bring her to me only in white.’

Lumus took the task to find Diane.
I have made mention of what her plan
Was, speak to the bust of Pallas on the balcony.
She always sought that place to ease her agony.
As once was done in the past, Lumus approached
Diane from the garden below. But she reproached
When she heard the soft steps taken. She merely
Cast some into the air; ‘Clearly,

Thou knowest not the meaning of nay,
I strictly forbid thee to see me today.
Fly bumblebee, my nectar I will keep
My goblet shall remain untouched by thy lip.’
(I am certain I have heard these words before)
Lumus never wishing to hide his love anymore,
Replied; ‘I saw Quetzalpetatl weep.
This is a great crime, I implore from the deep

Ends of my heart, forgive me for the pain
I brought unto thee, no more rain
From the loveliness of thine eyes, I pray.
She turned away & cried sans consolation.
‘Where lies that fierce tigress of this nation?
Where lies that icy dragon I once knew?
Time hast has taken its toll, now I stand as a true
Knight, no more I am Cenzontl as thou art
Not the Diane I once in love fell, my heart
 

 

 

 

Aches knowing this, I will let thee be in peace.’
Lumus was ready to leave when a cerise.
Hit the back of his head. ‘Take this cherry
Songbird, sing me a piece & I may forgive thee.
Lumus readied his voice & sung again by a maple tree.
The content was Diane to hear the tale of a warrior
Who shot the sun & tainted the sky red. Oh the foreigner
Tale was enough to direct Lumus to Diane’s side.
Hoping for a kiss Lumus climbed & when he tried

To reach Diane, she slapped him with great force.
Lumus fell face forth on the balcony (of course
He was deserving of such treatment) ‘You lied to me!’
Said Diane,  ‘I will never forgive ye!’
She walked back to the door of her dorm,
When a green flash above. ‘Twas sans form 
Although it resembled an elongated snake
Flying on a cool breeze in the wake
Of dusk. & its speed was such that poor  
 Diane sought refuge with her knight & savior.
  The animal perched on the bust of Pallas.
(The same & only one in the whole palace)
Indeed the bird was a beauty of wonder.
It wore a green decorum which under
The sun appeared light blue & violet.
Its breast was dressed of a red plumage. & a rivulet
 

 

 

 

 

The tail that was twice the size of its body.
Diane admired the beauty which embody
& rose to greet her new friend. ‘What creature
In all creation was made to be of fine feature
& so frightening alike? She asked in awe.
I bought this quetzal, to describe what I saw
The late eve when we first met, for this bird
As thou art likewise. Stunning in attire,

& outstandingly fast, no one can match
Your unique nature. Attempting to catch
Such fine bird or worst injure it, would be a sin
Void of forgiving repentance. Sadly, I’ve been
Cursed by my villainy. I brought tears to your eyes,
When I cheated thee by my disguise.
But I am thine actor & as such I must act.
Thus with my performance from anger detract.’

Lumus set his place before Diane.
‘ If thou knowest the lines & if thou can,
Be afraid not to let yourself go
 & above all enjoy the moment of the show.’
Lumus recited the lines from a play;
The famous romance of Troilus & Criseyde.
A magnificent work of great renown,
Written by the master playwright from Greek town.

His works will last for all eternity,
 From medieval times to posterity.
& as I write, his plays linger below
 My worktable. Allow me then to bestow
A Taste of genius to my cause.
The story of Lumus I briefly pause,
As I momentarily forget my meter,
To transcript this master’s words. Call me a cheater,
But thou wilt be grateful my good reader.
 

The romance of Troilus & Criseyde
which bore the most lamentable end of the worthy
Prince of Troy

Dramatis Personae

 Troilus   Son of King Priam, Prince of Troy
 Criseyde Daughter of Calchas
Calchas Traitor & defector to Greek forces
 Pandar Uncle of Criseyde
Hector  Eldest son of King Priam, Prince of Troy
 ParisYoungest son of King Priam, Prince of Troy
Polyxena Daughter of Priam & Hecuba Princess of Troy
 HelenQueen of Sparta wife of Menelaus
Menelaus King Of Sparta
Agamemnon Brother of Menelaus King of Mycenae
Royal council, Trojan armies, Greek armies, messengers, servants, chorus,


Scenes
the Trojan CouncilGreek camp
Royal gardensTemple of Apollo
Temple of MinervaHouse of Pandar
Walls of TroyBattlefield

Introduction

Chorus: From an unjust crime, unjust war was declared.
Ten long years in war & grief have lapsed,
Since queen Helen of Sparta was usurped.
The romance which bore a kingly hate.
Menelaus the proud rose his royal fist,
& swore on the gods revenge on whom hath
Do wronged him in his own kingdom & home.
 Paris son of Priam Prince of Ancient Troy,
Thine offence hath set an endless turmoil
Which caused every son of man to employ
Combat before a hundred kingdoms & kings.
A thousand ships commanded by the hard
Agamemnon brother of Sparta.
Departed from mars ports to punish,
The transgression committed in the name of love.
Oh, Homer the wise, he canst relate us in detail,
What worthy heroes of renown fought & died.
But for us, the furies of destiny
Impart an unknown romance, no greater
Than what was the cause of Troy’s demise.















Actus Secundus Scaenea Secundae
(Fragment)

Chorus: Troilus son of Priam courageous
Prince, respected in his day by valor
Displayed against foreign force which threatened peace.
Never captured was he, never slashed
By sword nor pierced by lance or struck
By enemy arrow aimed to hit its mark.
Alas, no man nor beast is absolv’d of the motifs
Of fair Venus child, Cupid. He who carries
The golden darts whose tips drenched in poison.
Are thin as a hair, strong as iron & hot brimstone.
Light as the feathers dances on a summers breeze.
Child! Thou didst pierce the thick layered armor
Of leather & bronze. Reaching the soft beating
Piece of flesh. Anon! poor Troilus, he who spoke
Of love as a fool’s game, thou art no longer the
Spectator but the athlete of said games.
& the prince fell by Eros sting, his cursed sickness
No doctor could cure, nor priest would aid.
No other than Criseyde’s true caress
Would be the relief, his aching heart was in need.
Thus we entrust ourselves to the furies will
As we daughters of music pray for Troilus swift end To his pain.



In the gardens outside the temple of Athena

Troilus  enters with his gaze towards the night sky


Troilus: Thou cruel fate, Thou who livest to
Proof man erroneous of their wit
Making  them appear as tykes
Suckling she-wolf tit for milk.
Are we not in command of
What is yet our morrow?
Do we not live this jest to
which we have named it our life?
Aye for if ‘Twas our lives
Indeed, why pray for thee gods?
Why sacrifice the heifer?
Why celebrate the glory,
Hardly earned by us who we call
ourselves children of gods.
Mars didst not command this arm
To wield this sword Mars didst not
Hew down tumultuous Greek foe.
Apollo didst not guide this
Lance to pierce Knosoisedros
Armpit, which caused him to die.
Nay! Troilus hand was the cause!
Troilus alone!
Troilus he who tames lions
In the wilderness. The loyal
Son of King Priam, the young
Prince in command of Trojan
Invictus army! World’s most
Renown! & by my royal
Right, ancient blood tide, my
Sang real which one day shall
Inherit the regal throne,
In this most glorious city.

Actus Secundus Scenea Tertia


Criseyde: Oh, perpetual beauty.
Just among the death &
Living. I unto thee
Offer this humble
Sacrifice; Smoked Meats
Derived of a white heifer.
The first fruits plucked before
Harvest, the rarest flowers
Of splendorous colours,
Fragrant honeyed dulcet
Bouquet. & this incense,
Which I burn in thine honour.
May the sweet smoke of my
Sacrifice, deliver.
My lovers’ soul to cross
The river Styx & reach,
Eternal peace among
Trojan heroes in plains
Of Elysium spherule.
& with thine sacred mantle,
Give protection from harm,
To those who fight outside
The walls of Ilium.
 
Troilus enters cautiously, attempting not to disturb the prayers of Criseyde. He hides behind a pillar of the temple

 

 

 

Troilus: Thereat a creature of
Unmeasurable mien,
& distinguished sublime
Demeanor doth linger,
Serene, unwavering.
She behests the very
Perfumed air which, oh so
Gently caresses those
Golden locks braided in
Entangled manner.
The peace she invokes by
here mere presence in
This sacred temple doth
Rival the fervent love
Of Venus for her praise.
Whereas outside of this
Reigning sphere, this planet.
Chaos, revenge & hate
have conquered the world ends.
How brief harmony dwells,
When Mars flexes his armies
To wage war, pairing men,
Allies & creation
Of the gods ‘gainst another.

Troilus Sighs loudly, echoing through the halls of the temple.
Criseyde stands up, abruptly & calls forth.

 

Criseyde: How now, who goes there?
Whom dost interrupt my
Prayers? Forth I say.
Emerge whence thou hide.

 

 

 

 

Troilus: Unworthy I am to
Enter the temple built
In thine honour for ev’n
My stained mortal body
Is marked by sinful deeds.
How then my goddess,
I am blessed, by this great
Prestige nobility
Born. & appear in
Corporeal form, expressing
All thy beauteous glory.
Wise goddess of the fowl,
Unarmed art thou, thus I
Postrate my unarmed
Mortal being before thee.


Criseyde: Art thou kneeling before me?
Soldier, rise I pray thee.
No goddess of the fowl,
Shield, nor lance I am.
No divine blood runs through
My veins. These chaste lips,
Have never touched the cup
Of supreme god-king Jove.
No nectar nor Ambrosia
Have I ever tasted.
If thou wert to cut my arm.
Mortal blood would stain thine
Blade. If a hair of mine
Was to be plucked from my head.

Its filament would yield
To any strength given.
A goddess? I am not
Worthy of celestial throne
In Olympian hall. No
Golden scepter chromed in
Platinum ore I hold.
By which I may command
Thunder & lightning to
My will. No trident to
Tarnish rampant the tranquil
Waters of Neptune’s realm.
Even a wingless seraph
With its flaming sword could
Ascend the highest heavens
& tame Selene by
Her moonly horns. But I?
A peasant girl, what feat
Could I accomplish in
My mortal time, thus I
Pray, vaunt me not my
Passionate soldier.

 

 

Troilus: Thy soldier? A hundred
Thousand times. True only
To thee immaculate
One. As true as the
Radiant chariot drawn by
Apollodorus steeds which
Race that empyrean
Frame. Indeed, from ethereal
Domain thou must mandate
Helios to drag the sun
From East horizon to
Western lands. In thine divine
Design, mark me as that
Skilled youth didst taint dark the
People’s of Afric &
Thine forevermore shall
I live to be yours alone.


Criseyde: Soldier whom flagrantly
Beguiles the dames' green minds.
How many Minervas
Hast thou been confounded
Today on Pallas fest?
If my eyes cheat me not.
It appeared as if the
The world was flooded by nymphs
From the sea, mountains,
Unknown hidden meadows
& secret boscages.
How many ladies doth
Hold the title ‘Fairest
Flower of the garden?’
Once their virginal virtues
Hath been disposed of, then what
Errant bumblebee. Travel
To another unopened
  Button, lingering &
Buzzing around her ‘til
She was tom open to
Thy amorous charms.
No more, I bid thee, Farwell.

She walks away but Troilus stopes her midway



Troilus: In  the Olympian mount
Upon white marble of
Pale cold stone, high above
Our terrestrial globe.
Great seas appear as ponds
& the mighty pillars
Of Hercules rise,
As two granite obelisks.
Before the rainbow gate
 Of light, projected by
Twin towers of cloudy ice.
 In their eternal abode,
One & only Athenea resides.
Born armed from Jupiter’s
Split celestial cranium.
As to brother Paris,
Only one Helen lives.
 To Troilus, one & only Pallas.
 So too Troy will extol
To  be the sole earthly place,
Where fairest Hellas queen
& mortal goddess Minerva
Dwell. The one whose grace dost
Surpass Venus splendour.


She blushes & approaches Troilus
 

 

 

Criseyde: Then mortal, I bestow
Upon thy human lips,
The sacred nectar &
Ambrosia from Jupiter’s
Cup. It doth linger in
A heavenly mouth which
Tasted the glory of gods.
Drink from that elixir,
That you too may be as
I, immortal. Renounce
This vague humanity
& gain deathless divinity.

They embrace each other and kiss. The sound of kitharas, flutes & hymns sang by priests abruptly interrupt their encounter. They exit opposite sides of the stage.

 

Liber Sextus Finis
 


Submitted: September 13, 2018

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