Chapter 3-2

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Late that night, I lay beside my new husband, with my tears leaking onto the pelts. Over and over I saw Fergus fall. At least he had not been killed, I told myself. Beside me Wulfgar slept like the dead. Wiping my wet cheeks, I rose and went to the fire. I’d woven the little flower Fergus had given me into a band I wore around my wrist. I broke the band and fed it to the fire. I couldn’t go back to the past, only forward. “Goodbye Fergus,” I whispered, and returned to bed with my new husband, who didn’t stir.

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