Chapter Seventeen
The gypsy and his lover so exotic.
The gypsy and his lover with the dark, dark hair.
He is a son of the South and she a daughter of the North.
Still, he takes her hand in his.
A great warrioress and her lover so common.
A great warrioress and her lover with his light, light hair.
She is the daughter of an empress and he the son of a gypsy.
Still, she takes his hand in hers.
-The gypsy and his lover; O.G Yellon
Flath writhed as fever bathed his body in flame. He had not awakened and in fact seemed to slip further away. Rhiannon did not leave his side. She stubbornly poured cool water or warm broth down his throat. He grew pale and thin and looked almost transparent in the stifling, mid-August heat. A nagging doubt stirred within Rhiannon and whispered to her that
