“But I do not want to be here any longer.” “I know ’tis not possible,” she said in a voice strained with tears. She was staring toward her father’s lands with a look of such longing that a lump formed in his throat. He lowered himself to the ground next to her, but her attention was focused on a faraway point. The grass was taller here in a small meadow where there was less slate and rock to prevent grass and flowers from growing. She was perched on a flat rock in the midst of the flowers. He forced himself to remain calm as he came to stand beside her. Even a fool could see that she was miserable. A cold fist of dread clenched his throat and squeezed relentlessly. His first reaction was to shout, “Nay!” It took all his restraint not to shout the denial.
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