"Continue," Morwyn urged, anxious to hear the rest of Nahai's tale. She had seen the expression on her face as she spoke of her love, Celecu, and wondered why they weren't together now. Morwyn sighed, thinking of her own love. She was somehow saddened by Nahai's tale, though there had been no sorrow in it.
All roads lead through suffering at last... she told herself, fiercely. I wouldn't be here with this friend listening to this tale if Alric was alive... She lifted her head and waited for Nahai to continue her story.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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