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. "Have ... have you
performed it . . . y . . .yet?"
"I am a simple woman. I never had reason before."
Relieved, Gorath batted his eyes again. "Will you
perform it now . . . dear?" he asked, trying not to sound too
anxious.
"First you must promise me something."
"Anything, dear, I promise."
"If I heal you, I want you to promise that you will stay
with me forever and that you will forget that other woman
and your quest for revenge."
"Of course, dear," Gorath said sincerely. "I long only to
hold you in my strong arms."
Zorna nearly swooned. She was so happy. "Very well,
darling. I'll do as you ask."
The old woman stood in front of Gorath. He expected her
to call on the Queen of Darkness, recite a lengthy chant,
and go into contortions. But she merely pointed a lone
finger at him and wiggled her sharp nose a couple of times.
Gorath immediately felt a wave of heat deep in his back.
He felt bones shift and fuse together. Then his chair started
spinning, faster and faster. The strap broke, and Gorath was
propelled to his feet. He stretched his arms and legs. He
smiled broadly. He was no longer paralyzed.
Zorna moved toward him with arms spread, expecting
Gorath to draw her to his powerful chest
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