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crowfeather was by turns reserved and questioning.

his inquiry brought arsenio to mind at once. she smiled, allowing her delight to glow if only for a moment. "yes." tamar's answer was simple.

her pale eyes searched the boy. "do you think that you are in love, crowfeather?" tamar did not tease. her voice was solemn, interested.

love was not something so soft it could not also be cruel.