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Svein
Then
The little red-haired one lay in my arms. She did not speak but looked about with wide eyes. As soon as we caught her scent, we’d known she was for us. We had promised not to frighten or rush her, but to woo her slowly. Above all, we would remember our honor.
Besides, it was no great hardship to hold such a beautiful creature, to speak softly to her and feed her from our hands. By the time we reached the mountain, we would have her trained to our touch.
Even now she looked about boldly, and when Dagg offered her meat she did not flinch or shy away. I stroked her hair as she ate, reveling in the shining locks, the fiery color of leaves in the fall. She was a shy thing, used to hiding. When the mist claimed us she’d been so afraid, trembling. It took a half day to coax her
