Chapter 28 No.28

And in her two white hands like swans on a frozen lake,

Hath she not my heart, that I have hidden there for dear love's sake.

Fiona Macleod.

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Morning dawned, and Eric rose from the ground, half-frozen from his long night's vigil, his eyes hollow, staring with a desperate look.

The wan daylight was gradually spreading over the wi