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home.”
“It’s a pretty tale,” he told her, smiling.
“It might well be true!” she said.
“He fought a dragon—alone?” he teased.
“I believe it might have been true.”
“How could he have the strength of a hundred men?”
“Love, courage, and conviction can give a man, or woman, the strength of hundreds.”
It was then he reached out to touch her face, marveling at the line of bone, the softness of her skin. And the belief in her eyes, those blue pools of sea and sky. She gave him a smile, a curl of amusement that was still touched by determination and the most beguiling inner belief and therein, strength.
And it was then he said, “I have never met anyone as wonderful as you.”
Her smile deepened, and she said, “You are my one wish, my greatest desire, and just this day …”
“It cannot end here,” he said, forgetting his father’s commitment for him.
She didn’t reply. She looked to the sky rather, and said, “I would dare the day, and the night, and be grateful for the magic within them.”
“The sun is setting,” he noted.
“And I should be gone,” she murmured.
He caught her hand. “But you won’t leave me?”
“Not this night.”
And so, they found bounty from the land, the water that bubbled in the stream, fruits from the trees, berries from the brush, and though he was obviously a well-honed warrior, he seemed satisfied with what they ate. Marina herself didn’t think she could find hunger for anything more than his mere presence when she was in his company.
She didn’t know what would be happening in the court at Lendo, and that night, she didn’t care. She would endure whatever the future brought, for this one night.
The sun fell and they stayed together, finding shelter against the cliffs and rocks. And they mused that one particularly high tor with dark caves might be the one where the dragon slept, if indeed, there was a dragon.
They talked, and they rested, and they touched. They lay together beneath the stars.
Marina held tight to every moment; she savored each word he said. She knew she would remember forever his eyes, and how they touched upon hers, the sound of his voice, and indeed, the scent that was his, the presence, the very vibrance and vitality that was life, and love.
She thought, when she awoke in the morning, he would be gone, that her dream, and her wish, would have vanished. But, as striking in sleep as he was when awake, he still lay at her side.
The sun was up. A new day had dawned. And the dream was over.
She rose. Moving away from the cliff where they had spent their night, she crept carefully, silently, and returned to the stream.
Thomasina, drinking at the stream, saw her and said, “A wish well spent?”
“A dream realized,” Marina told her, and leaned to kiss the falcon gently upon the head. “Your wound … ?”
“Nearly healed,” Thomasina said.
“Then I must go.”
But she could not leave so quickly. She tiptoed back to her sleeping Prince Charming. She watched him a moment, her heart beating too quickly, and she knew that whatever came, she would always have this memory.
And she would love him forever.
She turned, as he was stirring, and ran down the cliff until she found Arabella, then made her way home.
Michelo awoke, and was stunned to find his Angel gone. The beautiful falcon, like a touch of magic, remained, and he looked at her, shaking his head. “How could she leave me?” Rising, he came to the falcon and carefully unwrapped the bandages. The injury was all but healed, and so he removed the binding completely. “Now, beautiful creature, you can fly free,” he murmured. “If only it were so easy. Has she run free, as well?”
The falcon watched him sagely as he strode the area of the stream and the cliff, searching for her—his angel. At last, he saw something on the grass on the downward slope to the valley. Hoping it would give him some clue to the identity of his beloved, he hurried to see
“It’s a pretty tale,” he told her, smiling.
“It might well be true!” she said.
“He fought a dragon—alone?” he teased.
“I believe it might have been true.”
“How could he have the strength of a hundred men?”
“Love, courage, and conviction can give a man, or woman, the strength of hundreds.”
It was then he reached out to touch her face, marveling at the line of bone, the softness of her skin. And the belief in her eyes, those blue pools of sea and sky. She gave him a smile, a curl of amusement that was still touched by determination and the most beguiling inner belief and therein, strength.
And it was then he said, “I have never met anyone as wonderful as you.”
Her smile deepened, and she said, “You are my one wish, my greatest desire, and just this day …”
“It cannot end here,” he said, forgetting his father’s commitment for him.
She didn’t reply. She looked to the sky rather, and said, “I would dare the day, and the night, and be grateful for the magic within them.”
“The sun is setting,” he noted.
“And I should be gone,” she murmured.
He caught her hand. “But you won’t leave me?”
“Not this night.”
And so, they found bounty from the land, the water that bubbled in the stream, fruits from the trees, berries from the brush, and though he was obviously a well-honed warrior, he seemed satisfied with what they ate. Marina herself didn’t think she could find hunger for anything more than his mere presence when she was in his company.
She didn’t know what would be happening in the court at Lendo, and that night, she didn’t care. She would endure whatever the future brought, for this one night.
The sun fell and they stayed together, finding shelter against the cliffs and rocks. And they mused that one particularly high tor with dark caves might be the one where the dragon slept, if indeed, there was a dragon.
They talked, and they rested, and they touched. They lay together beneath the stars.
Marina held tight to every moment; she savored each word he said. She knew she would remember forever his eyes, and how they touched upon hers, the sound of his voice, and indeed, the scent that was his, the presence, the very vibrance and vitality that was life, and love.
She thought, when she awoke in the morning, he would be gone, that her dream, and her wish, would have vanished. But, as striking in sleep as he was when awake, he still lay at her side.
The sun was up. A new day had dawned. And the dream was over.
She rose. Moving away from the cliff where they had spent their night, she crept carefully, silently, and returned to the stream.
Thomasina, drinking at the stream, saw her and said, “A wish well spent?”
“A dream realized,” Marina told her, and leaned to kiss the falcon gently upon the head. “Your wound … ?”
“Nearly healed,” Thomasina said.
“Then I must go.”
But she could not leave so quickly. She tiptoed back to her sleeping Prince Charming. She watched him a moment, her heart beating too quickly, and she knew that whatever came, she would always have this memory.
And she would love him forever.
She turned, as he was stirring, and ran down the cliff until she found Arabella, then made her way home.
Michelo awoke, and was stunned to find his Angel gone. The beautiful falcon, like a touch of magic, remained, and he looked at her, shaking his head. “How could she leave me?” Rising, he came to the falcon and carefully unwrapped the bandages. The injury was all but healed, and so he removed the binding completely. “Now, beautiful creature, you can fly free,” he murmured. “If only it were so easy. Has she run free, as well?”
The falcon watched him sagely as he strode the area of the stream and the cliff, searching for her—his angel. At last, he saw something on the grass on the downward slope to the valley. Hoping it would give him some clue to the identity of his beloved, he hurried to see
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