"If I had known, if I had known, Tam Lin," I said into his chest. His skin was warm against my lips. "Sing it for me, Uisgebaeugh?"
And he did so. He held me, and he sang. "And Tam Lin on a milk-white steed, with a gold star in his crown..." and the purity of it pierced my heart with a mortal pain, and I understood at last why the Mebd would never
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