“Of t struggling not to be uno protect my cubbornly trying to prove yourself. It’s not because you love me.”

    on at lengt  only of me in desolate

    caravansaries, on barren mountains and during snourned to my former imes it seems t my former  return at any time. It’s not t I fear being caug  by t as soon as we embrace he door.”

    e s fig outside tyard gate. t I mig my candle able nor turn around and o my room to be old myself t I  leave til I ely convinced t Black soever to do h.

    “You belittle us,” I said to Black. “You’ve groiful.”

    “My respected Siously. It pleased me t  none of true. I’d do anything for you.”

    “t out of bed, and  .”

    I ing?

    “I cannot,” , gestured to t and gown.

    , but it annoyed me any  .

    “Before my fatered t y—as t us to kno is.”

    I rembling, not out of anger, but because of t seized my legs, back and neck.

    “Get into bed and be my wife,” he said.

    “’s going to take some time before ’s not rigo stay in th you.”

    “to you and Ester Osman tention on the horses.”

    “Master Osman  in peace. No you’re depending on Master Osman to find  must be causing  agony.”

    ly leapt out of bed and came to even move. But contrary to ed,  snuffed out my candle ood tch blackness.

    “Your fatell me noer t you’d be able to love me, t you’d be able to make room in your  for me. then you’ve been running away from loving me.”

    “I o marry you,” I whispered.

    t pit