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susceptible to any danger. I heard your father's harsh breathing She stopped because Simon winced, and she kissed him softly. |
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"Now I see better what you mean," he said grimly. "I prefer to think of Papa as invulnerable, too." |
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"Yes, but I could not. And I saw how Gilliane fears for Adam |
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"Which is about as sensible as fearing Roselynde will be washed away in the rain. Adam is a bull." |
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"Yes, I saw that, too, but her fear hurt me. And I worried about Sybelle and Walter. . . . Everything hurt me. When I began to love you, my shell was forced open, and I was all soft inside. All I could think of was to run away." |
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"Poor love," Simon crooned, stroking her and laughing Softly. "And then you found you could not run away from love." |
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"Yes, but how did you know?" |
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"I have tried it too, of course, but I always go back to Roselyndeand run away again." |
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"I made a song. When we go home to Dinas Emrys, I will sing it to you." |
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Those were beautiful words, home to Dinas Emrys. They would visit the other keeps, but Dinas Emrys above the Vale of Waters with the voice-laden winds was the right home for the witch-woman and her lover. |
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