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Show - 12 Q • front of him, he then relaxed and returned the smile, his heart all the time beating like a thousand drums. "I believe it is the young enemy warrior," she said, still smiling, "the one who was almost struck down while day dreaming over the fire." He found his voice and snoke softly. "Ko Hine-titama koe, matawai ana te whatu i. te_ tirohanga, You are like the Dax-m Maid, the eye glistens when gazing upon you." "Ah, he sneaks," she said mockingly, "and his words are words of flattery." Although she spoke lightly of his compliment, he knew that it pleased her. "By what name are you called?" Roa asked, daringly. "Moana." "I could have guessed," he said, gaining more confidence. "No doubt you are called after Bine-mo ana, the Mist Maid, the Ocean Maid of the legends of our ancestors?" "Yes. It Is so. And by what name are vou called?" "I am called Roa." They stood looking at each other for a long |