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Force her...,came the answer.

Chap backed away one stepтАФNo.

Charm her....

Alow rumble escaped his throat as outrage washed away shame. He had been sent to keep Magiere
from the past, from the truth of her origins, but his kin asked too much. He would not force Magiere's
decision. He would not influence her mind.

Never.
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The clearing's air began to churn. Chap darted to one side, but the whipping breeze followed. Leaves
and twigs, dirt and pebbles ripped from the forest floor to lash at him. He crouched down upon the
ground with closed eyes as sorrow coursed through him. He would not force Magiere, not dominate her
like a slave, but neither would he leave her.

Iam with her always to guide her. I have not failed yet.

The churning air quieted, and the pelting of his body ceased.

Silence lingered until Chap thought he was once again alone, but he still felt his kin all around, quiet and
contemplative until the acknowledgment came.We cling to hope.

Chap heard his own labored breathing, felt the pounding of his heart and the cool earth beneath his belly.
All else in the woods was quiet. Even the tingle on his own skin had faded.

A light breeze made the branches sway and rustle. No longer a wall of limbs and shadows, they were as
widely scattered as when he'd first entered the clearing. When Chap lifted his head, his kin were gone,
and all that remained was the living world around him.

"Chap!" Leesil's voice called out. "Where in the seven hells are you?"

He turned and loped toward the road but stopped short to look back, then sat down to wait halfway
between road and clearing. When the wagon rolled up, Magiere pulled the horses to a halt.

"No more running off, " Magiere grumbled at him.

Wynn clambered out of the wagon's back, wobbling slightly as she rubbed her stiff legs. Outfitted in
breeches, stout little boots, and a white shirt, her hooded short-robe did not quite reach her knees. She
looked strange, perhaps less solemn, without her long gray robe.

"I do not care how far you want to get from the city, " she said on an exhale, and glared up at Magiere
on the wagon's bench. "This is far enough for one day, let alone part of a night. "