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Updated: June 3, 2025
"It seems that I must do that against my will," she said. "Dearwyn, do you get afraid when you are happy?
In the midst of shaking her head, Randalin paused and her mouth became as round as her eyes. "Foolishly do I recall it! As if he would! And yet Dearwyn, he has asked me four times if any Danes visit us here. Would you think that he could be " "Jealous?" Dearwyn dropped her flowers to clap her hands softly. "Tata, I have guessed his distemper rightly.
I shall never presume to compass your moods again. Yes. Oh, yes! I shall see daggers in your smile and poison in your lightest word." Laughing, she stooped and kissed his hand with the first semblance of respect which she had ever shown him. In the Danish girl's embrace, Dearwyn shivered and nestled closer. "Randalin, you hear her? She thinks he did it."
Dearwyn shook her head. "My lady wishes to try on you the wreath she has made. She thinks your dark locks will set it off better than our light ones." "I was on my way thither," Randalin said, quickening her steps.
Her cheek, as she ended, was softly pale, but Dearwyn brushed it pink with sweeps of the long-stemmed blossom in her hand. "Sweet, it is the waxing of the moon. I pray you be blithe in your spirits. Small wonder your lover bears himself as gravely as a stone man on a tomb if you talk such " "Dearwyn, the same thought has overtaken us both!"
"Bring them not before me, Dearwyn, my friend, until I am a little surer of my happiness. It is so new yet, Dearwyn, so new! And it came to me so suddenly that sometimes it almost seems as if it might depart as suddenly from me." A while they nestled together without speaking, the little maid's cheek resting lovingly on her friend's dark hair.
"If you want to know my belief, it is that he carries trouble in his breast about you," Dearwyn interrupted. "About me?" So much hurt surprise was in Randalin's manner that the little maid begged forgiveness with caresses of the swaying clover.
After a bewildered gasp, Dearwyn stifled a burst of laughter in her garlands. "Oh, Tata, come to earth!" she admonished. "Come to earth!" And scooping up a handful of the fragrant bloom, she pelted the dreamer with rosy balls. Shaking them from robe and clustering hair, Randalin turned back, smiling. But her lips sobered almost to wistfulness as she sank down upon the seat beside her friend.
"If you want to play this game further, deal with me, for I also believe that you bade the Gainer murder Edmund." As though paralyzed by his amazement, Canute's arm dropped by his side. "You also believe it?" Little Dearwyn hid her face on the Danish girl's breast. "Oh, Randalin, would he do such a deed?" she gasped. "The while that he seemed so kind and gentle with us!
"Leonorine, take those wretched dogs out of my hearing. Dearwyn, lay aside your nonsense and go ask Gurth if he has heard anything yet of Teboen." She stamped again, angrily, as her eye went from one to another of the merry-makers.
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