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future. He had been too much on the alert on the way to Krogen and too busy while there to permit himself to think of Rhiannon, but now he reviewed their parting and was well satisfied. |
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It had come just at the right time. If he had remained in Aber and Rhiannon had remained also, he would not have dared let her out of his sight. In that case, he knew quite well that she would have won the contest of wills. Unable to work off his lust elsewhere and with Rhiannon only too eager to satisfy him, he could not have resisted her for long. |
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Simon chuckled softly. He would win her yet. Her softness to him in parting was no result of any desire of the body. That was her heart speaking. And he had done well to resist his own wish to linger near her and see her once more before he rode away. Wild as she was, she would have seen the pit into which she was slipping and hardened her heart to escape it. |
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Rhiannon o yr adar, Rhiannon of the Birdshad Kicva known when the child was born what she would be? Simon did not fear Kicva, although he realized she was worth fearing and that some might have good reason to fear her. Her eyes were always kind when they rested on him, but he was sure they could read the soul within. Kicva, he thought, knew him better than his father or mother. Yet she was willing for him to have Rhiannon. She knew, if Rhiannon did not, that he would never try to tame or cage that wild bird. No, Rhiannon must tame herself, must come to rest willingly on the strong tree of his love. |
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He smiled into the darkness. Blessed Richard, blessed messenger, who arrived at so perfect a moment. Fear would tame his wild bird. She would worry and wonder and that would keep her thinking about him. And thinking about him would increase her desire. Simon chuckled again, then sighed. It would have been even better if she was promised to him. Then he could have written to her to tell her he was |
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