His hand pressed hers reassuringly, and his kind eyes urged her acquiescence. All Menolly’s doubts and fears dissolved in an instant.
Beauty bugled, releasing the stranglehold of her tail about Menolly’s neck. Beauty called again, rousing the rest of the fair, her voice echoing Menolly’s joy. She
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rose slowly to her feet, her hand clinging to the Harper’s for support and confidence.
“Oh, gladly will I come, Master Robinton,” she said, her eyes blurred by happy tears.
And nine fire lizards bugled a harmonious chorus of accordl
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