Book, Chapter

1    2,  46|     but when I've downed a pot of mead, I tell the cold
2    2,  61|    mu,' you're only a clay pot, a piece of leather soaked
3    2,  78| cook to prepare it for the pot. That same versatile genius
4    5, 140|    hearth. The neck of the pot was broken, putting out
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