From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Mon Sep 22 2003 - 17:24:42 BST
Lenora held her mouth shut firmly, but it took effort. She looked to the
side, angry with herself about not telling him sooner. He might have remembered
and saved himself all this trouble. But how could she have known a dream could
be real? She put the goblet aside now, deciding that she needed no more of it,
and listened to the rest on Maereth's tale.
"If you take the word of this fellow as truth, perhaps you could take what I
know as truth too. If you remember we had spoken of strange dreams by Lake Ban
briefly with in Bush Namur? I had a dream of a man named Alaric that looked
as you do. As strange as that sounds. It's why I watched you so oddly that
first little bit."
She wrinkles her nose, still uncomfortable with the presence of this man.
Something still didn't ring right. And she wondered if the story were not a
clever juggling of the truth that was fed to her friend and not what it was meant
to be. Feeling pensive, she bit back her next course of words and chose
another.
"I would speak to you privately of the rest if you don't mind. I still feel
the unrest of the city on my shoulders and would rather favor caution than
pacifism." She couldn't out right say that she didn't trust this man that it
seemed no one else had trouble with, except maybe Rose. Not only would it not be
prudent, but her mother raised her better then to wave fingers and drop
allegations at strange men no matter how creepy they were.
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