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stupid question to begin with. No matter what Simon told her, she would not really know his family until she met them. She said this aloud and Simon smiled. |
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"True enough, and you will see them differently than I do, but one thing I can swear to you, Rhiannon. They love me and will desire to love you most eagerly. They will not look for faults in you, eneit, but only for good." |
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"I do not fear," Rhiannon said and smiled. "The worst that can befall is that they will oppose our marriage. Well, that will not displease me! They could not oppose it more than I. No one will care that you are my lover. I may be strange and uncouth, but I am well enough bred." |
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To her surprise, Simon did not look at all taken aback by this statement. His eyes glittered green and gold with laughter. If anything in the world could convince Rhiannon to marry him before the need to provide for a male child pushed her into it, the family at Roselynde would do it. He had many joys in her agreement to the betrothal, but a reason to get her to Roselynde was one of the greatest. Simon had infinite faith in the womenfolk of his family. He was quite certain that they would deliver his love to him, not only bound but content to stay so. |
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It would be unwise to say what he thought, but Simon knew Rhiannon had seen his impulse to laugh and he had to say something. "They will not find you uncouth, my love. Exotic, perhaps, but that will do you no harm. And if you can set one of your wild tales into French, my mother will think the sun rises and sets on you. She and Gilliane are great ones for a tale of romance. |
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"I will do it gladly." Rhiannon's eyes grew bright with pleasure. "Do you really think they will like my songs?" |
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"Eneit, they will take you away from me completely for the sake of those songs if I allow it. Geoffrey will |
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