| She wanted to pray, to reach back toward words... 93 |
[Feb. 1st, 2010|03:12 am] |
She wanted to pray, to reach back toward words not thought or spoken in almost twenty yearsShe saw Elena bring her hands up to cover her face
"Oh no," she heard the girl whisper in a voice thin as old parchment"So strong! How can one man be so strong?"
Alienor's hands gripped each other so tightly the knuckles were whiteShe waited, desperately seeking a clue to what was happening to all of them, so far to the north where she could not go
She did not, could not hear Sandre d'Astibar's reply to Elena: He is strong yes, but with you we will be stronger! Oh, children, we can do it now! In the name of the Palm, together we can be strong
enough!
What Alienor did see was how Elena's hands came down, how her white face grew calm, the wild, primitive terror leaving her staring eyes
"Yes," she heard the other woman whisper
Then there was silence in that room in Castle Borso under |
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