Cross gold hill, through shady cove. Past hinks and webbs, she dwells. Her Majesty, the incarnation of Mazama, hides your treasure under the rim of her skirt. Incomparable in her depth and beauty, she is the descendant of Skell and Llao, Maklak sister.

Swooning, she has collapsed to her knees. On her heels, she rests before you. Danger is in her left hand, and the Devils backbone in her right. But she is unaware of her awesome power. Wildflowers adorn her breast. 

Slip quietly right, past watery locks that fall across her shoulder. But do not stop to drink her wine.

Will steel nerve abide? No, not that extreme. Only to where cleet could go and faint heart dare not. But do not be taken in! For your breath will take flight. Nor will a ransom free the treasure from her hand. 

Back to back with her now, she forgets you.

Slowly then, past few to dozens of sleeping demons, to the very curl of her tail. Around, around til you find a boulder against which to rest. Lean there now and look directly back from whence you came at snag and snag - one up and one down. For your treasure lies between!

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