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. "Uh, I myself
have never had children - "
The old knight slung the shield across his back, and he
became as stooped under its weight as Aril was under his
tome. Even as he spoke, Barryn Warrex started off down
into the grassy, flower-dotted valley, where butterflies
flitted about him as if to cheer him up. "It is many years
since my own daughter ran away with her lover."
Aril remained perched on his rock, and, trying to hear
the retreating knight, he started a new page and began
scribbling once more in his book.
"Now this old knight has but one last mission in his
life," said Warrex, walking ever farther off, his voice
growing fainter, "and that is to find my daughter and this
husband of hers - "
" - and," murmured Aril, repeating the knight's words
exactly as he wrote them down, " - give - them - my -
blessing."
A Painter's Vision
Barbara Siegel and Scott Siegel
"It looks so real," said Curly Kyra with awe. She
brushed long ringlets of black hair away from her eyes and
stared at the painting, ignoring calls from down the bar for
another round of ale. "It's a beautiful boat." Softly, with
wonder in her voice, she added, "It seems as if it could
almost sail right off the canvas
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