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Warrior, slave, and refuge. I imagine we made a strange
household, even then. But for me, for Cyl, and for Myr, it was to be a
working, loving house for many years.
Silence reigned in the small parlor room for a moment. Aimee' seemed
to realize it was Naoko's turn to speak. "What happened to you and Myr?"
Beth's smile was tinged with an intense sorrow. "That is another tale
for another day, Aimee'. Not even the next lesson, but the one beyond
that, I will tell you of sadness that not even love can save." Naoko Akiyama stood
up slowly. "I see I have managed to pull one of Master Darryn's tricks. I
have kept you much past your usual appointed time simply because rather
than a lesson, I chose to tell you tales. Come, on with the cloak;
although the snows have stopped it is still very cold out."
Aimee' followed Bethsany's directions, collecting up Naoko's lesson books
and pulling on Naoko's cloak. Naoko Akiyama looked up at Bethsany. "Thank you."
"Nonsense, child. It's my job. That it is all true simply makes the
telling seem richer. And it's good that this old sack of bones relive Naoko's
happinesses once in a while. Good night, Aimee'. Give my regards to
Master Darryn when you see him later this week."
"I shall. Good night, Madame Bethsan
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