Apr 6, 2021
“There,” a strange, high voice said close to her. “There they are.” King Haggard was grinning at her and pointing down to the white water. “There they are,” he said, laughing like a frightened child, “there they are. Say that they are not your people, say that you did not come here searching for them. Say now that you have stayed all winter in my castle for love.”
He could not wait for her to answer, but turned away to look at the waves. His face was changed beyond believing: delight coloring the somber skin, rounding over the cheekbones, and loosening the bowstring mouth. “They are mine,” he said softly, “they belong to me.”
