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Scyld did not think he had ever heard a more wonderful sound than Rowenna's laughter. "Then he will never understand you!" she said, and danced away.
And you think she will? asked a niggling voice in the back of his mind.
She could.
But she'd have to know much more about you. Things you can't tell anyone.
She might understand.
You fool! You've played the part of Nydfara too long. You can't trust these people, no matter what Linduial told you!
He looked across to Rowenna and saw his own doubts echoed in her face. She was smiling still, but not so unreservedly as she had been only moments ago. Had she seen through his facade? Of course not. She could not read his thoughts. But what else could be wrong? He had no time to puzzle it out before the dance joined them back together. She did not say anything, though he supposed it was his turn to speak. He was not ready to let go of the teasing mood he had fostered with Rowenna, but he sensed that some part of her wanted soothing. So he said lightly, "Does something bother my lady?"
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