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. "But you wouldn't want to take care of
ME."
"Oh, darling, it would give me such pleasure!" Zorna
objected.
Gorath shook his head. "That's so sweet, dear. But I could
never be happy unless I could hold you in my arms . . . and
I can't do that because I'm paralyzed." He closed his eyes as
if he were trying to hold back a flood of tears.
Zorna was overwhelmed with pity. She kissed Gorath
on his fleshy cheek. She felt him tremble. "My darling,"
she said softly, her voice quivering. "I understand your
misery. I have lived alone, always. Eternity passed, and I
almost gave up hope of finding a man I could open my
heart to. Now that I have found you, it would be torture not
to be able to express my love."
Gorath opened one eye. "If only you could help me. . .
."
"Darling, maybe I can."
Gorath opened his other eye, his hopes rising. "Only
someone with magic powers could mend my severed spine.
But you have said you are not a black-robed sorceress."
"This is true, but many years ago a black-robed
sorceress traveled through the Forest of Wayreth and
rewarded my hospitality by granting me the power to
perform ONE feat of magic, only once."
Gorath immediately became worried. "Just ONE feat?
Only ONCE?" he asked nervously
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