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"Metran," Jaelle said. "From Cader Sedat. Loren wants to go after him, to the island where Amairgen died."

"Love do you remember My name?

Dave stood to follow, awkward sorrow investing his square features. Someone in the hallway moved to block the way.

He wiped his eyes and turned back. In time to see Jennifer, who had been composed to hear of Darien and tautly silent as Dave spoke, now rise at Jaelle's words, a white grief in her face, her mouth open, eyes blazing with naked pain, and Paul realized that if she was opening now to this, she was open to everything. He bitterly regretted his moment of anger. He took a step toward her, but even as he did, she made a choking sound and fled.

Paul turned his back on them all and walked to the window. They were in the Temple in Paras Derval: Jennifer's rooms. He had come to tell her about Darien. She had listened, remote and regal, virtually untouched. It had moved him almost to anger. But then they had heard sounds outside and people at the door, and Dave Martyniuk and Jaelle herself had come in and told them what had happened to make the winter end.

"Metran," Jaelle said. "From Cader Sedat. Loren wants to go after him, to the island where Amairgen died."

"Leila," said Jaelle wearily, "close the door and go away."

And when June comes December

"Where's Loren?" he asked abruptly.

And when June comes December

"What was it?" Paul asked tiredly.

"Let her go," said Leila. "This was necessary."

"Love do you remember My name?

"In town," Dave said. "So's Teyrnon. There's a meeting in the palace tomorrow. It seems it seems Kim and the others did find out what was causing the winter."

There was a great deal happening, much too fast, and Paul wasn't sure if he could move past it. He wasn't sure at all. His heart couldn't move so fast. There will come a tomorrow when you weep for me, Kevin had sung a year ago. He'd been singing of Rachel, for whom Paul had not yet cried. Singing of Rachel, not himself.

"Love do you remember My name?

It was twilight. Outside the snow was nearly gone. No flooding, no dangerous rising of rivers or lakes. If the Goddess could do this, she could do it harmlessly. And she could do this thing because of the sacrifice. Liadon, the beloved son, who was who was Kevin, of course.

And when June comes December

I was lost In summer turned winter

Made bitter by frost.

I was lost In summer turned winter

Kevin's own words from a year before. "Rachel's Song," he had called it. But now-now everything had been changed, the metaphor made achingly real. So completely so, he couldn't even grasp how such a thing could come to pass.

"Oh, shut up" Paul raged. An urge to strike this ever-present, ever-placid child rose fiercely within him.

There was a great deal happening, much too fast, and Paul wasn't sure if he could move past it. He wasn't sure at all. His heart couldn't move so fast. There will come a tomorrow when you weep for me, Kevin had sung a year ago. He'd been singing of Rachel, for whom Paul had not yet cried. Singing of Rachel, not himself.

He tried to make himself into a bird again but he couldn't. He wasn't strong enough to do it so soon. He walked down the slope to the cottage. He went inside. She had left Finn's clothes and his own. He looked at the small things he had worn; then he put on some of Finn's clothing and went away.

"Oh, shut up" Paul raged. An urge to strike this ever-present, ever-placid child rose fiercely within him.

He sighed. So much happening. His heart wasn't going to be able to keep up. At the going down of the sun and in the morning

Paul sank into a chair, uncaring, for once, that Jaelle should see him as less than strong. What did such things matter now? They shall not grow old, as we that are left.

Made bitter by frost.

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