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. "I have."
"Why?" The word came out hard and sharp, as fresh
and painful as it had been the first time it was spoken.
"Why, when I have told you my own weakness and
admitted that I love you?" For a moment the stag's proud
pose was gone, and he looked almost alive in his hurt and
desire.
The Forestmaster said quietly, "Because I must."
The stag had regained his poise. "Because you choose.
That choice is not without consequence."
"For you? For myself?"
"For both. How do you dare refuse me?" He tried to
sound dignified, arrogant. His voice barely shook.
"I have refused others."
"None like me. There are none like me."
"And that, you feel, obliges me to yield the needs of a
world to you. Go then." She added, "But know I never
wished you to."
He snorted, derisive even in a deer. "Naturally not.
Service without debt is more pleasant than solitude."
As the Forestmaster watched him stride off, she
murmured, "Anything is more pleasant than solitude." He
did not hear her.
"One thing more." He turned back to her, and she bent
her head to listen. "You said something about destiny to the
strangers."
She nodded, her mane rippling. "I said it to the warrior,
though I was thinking of the knight
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