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terrifying. The moonshine turned everything to a study in silver and black, deepening the shadows while
making even the smallest stone stand out.
On and on she ran, feeling him grow stronger, becoming breathless as mystic desire gave wings to her
feet. Enchanted, she thought. I have been ensorcelled. But the knowledge no longer had the ability to
frighten. Too deep was she in the dream, in the magic. Fear and regret may have their day, but not now.
The night belonged to her unknown, untouched, lover.
Suddenly she was there and felt his joy. And something deeper, stronger even than the passion
reaching out to caress her in waves. Heart pounding, she stopped at the edge of the clearing, feeling the
world fall away with the ease of a cloak discarded. It would be there when she returned all the sorrow and
worry waiting but here was a barrier it could not cross. In her secret trysting place, it had no power.
 Tell me your name, beautiful one. Tell me what to cry aloud in my passion.
The words twisted through her, leaving sparks and plumes of heat in their wake.
 Myrina, she whispered, moving away from the trees, toward the thicket on the other side of the
glade. It seemed lighter, less tangled than it had earlier in the day, the stone in the middle of it more
exposed.
 Myrina. A name worthy of such loveliness.
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The sound of those deep, passionate tones rolled into her blood, set her very bones singing. Curiosity
and the ever-present desire drew her closer to his hiding place.
 Tell me yours.
 Ryllio.
 Ryllio, she repeated, tasting it on her tongue, with her heart, and finding it perfect. Hearing him
murmur in approval, she said it again, but slower, letting her voice convey all the secrets she did not yet
have the courage to confess.  Ryllio.
He sighed, a heartfelt sound.  I never thought to hear my name spoken again, or knew the sound of it
would make me so happy.
Inexplicably, Myrina felt tears sting her eyes.  Where are you, Ryllio? Why can t I see you? Are you
but a spirit?
 Worse. His sorrow was like a living thing, moving in her mind.  Come closer and see.
At the edge of the thicket, she stopped and in the moonlight could see what she had thought a rock
was in actuality a statue. A beautiful marble representation of a man, kneeling, the lower part of his body
hidden in the brambles, with the face she had seen in her fantasy earlier that day.
 How can this be? she cried, reaching out instinctively, leaning into the thicket, trying to touch the
harshly handsome lines of his face.
 Be careful, there are thorns.
Unable to span the distance between them, Myrina withdrew her hand, sorrow clogging her throat. In
her mind he was alive, a creature of flesh and blood. To see him thus, cold and inert, was enough to break
her heart.
 How did you come to this pass?
For a long moment, Ryllio was silent, and Myrina thought he did not intend to answer. When he did,
regret weighed heavy in his tone.
 I came upon the king and queen of the Fey while they indulged in love-play. I knew I should not
watch, should leave them to their privacy, but I did not. Instead I stayed and spied upon them in their most
intimate moments, and in their anger and disgust they condemned me to this fate.
 Oh, how cruel! cried Myrina, aghast at so horrible a punishment for the crime committed.
But Ryllio s voice sounded only resigned.  Cruel, perhaps, but to them also just.
Myrina studied the marble face, seeing in it a hint of arrogance, a touch of stubbornness in the firm
lines of jaw and mouth.  It was not right, what you did, but I cannot agree the punishment was just.
 It is done, was his only reply.
Pulling her cloak into place beneath her, Myrina sank onto the grass, tucking her legs under, not
taking her gaze from his face.  How long have you been here?
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His sigh echoed through her mind like the cry of a mourning dove.  A very long time from the days
when Paltheius ruled.
Try as she might, Myrina could not remember an emperor by that name, for history was never a
favourite subject of hers at school, and this she confessed to Ryllio.
 No matter, he replied,  for it is all in the past. I am interested only in the now, here, with you. What
benevolent trick of fate brought you to me?
Heat rushed through Myrina s body at the question, and she knew, even in moonlight, her blushes
would be noticeable. Squirming slightly, she looked down at her hands where they lay on her lap and
considered how to answer. Ryllio, she thought, had been honest with her, and she wanted to be the same
with him, so in a low, halting voice she relayed her conversation with Elawen, and her friend s advice. But
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