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A dense forest parted and we found ourselves in a circular clearing bounded by a band of mushroom, so-called witches' ring, which signified we reached our destination. [...] Immediately I became a centre of attention for a whole procession of hejkals and divoženkas. Only Lord knows what I had on my mind at that moment and I confess to the reader that I expected without doubts to be mauled to death by those wildlings as I cursed my audacity. Among the divoženkas, I recognised a crone old and wrinkled with hair to the ground (and breasts to her knees) with a peculiar crown-like wreath made from various forest twigs. From what I had al