sidered the possibility that he might never see home again—that he had become as much a wanderer as old Peddler Moon in the sky. And for a moment Cuthbert had a vision of shocking clarity: he saw the two of them in a hut somewhere, the late afternoon sun shining through holes in the roof and dappling their bodies. If ye stopped out of concern, I thankee, stranger, but ye may be on yer way as I would be on mine. “Kaka,” Roland replied, after a moment’s consideration.
“Do ye see that?”“Yes. ”“Aye, be it so. “Love is blind, old son. ”He unbuttoned his shirt, made in a part of Mid-World she would never see, and took her in his arms.
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