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Unformatted text preview: the little people. How can they not? But they do not matter now. They are only a lingering from dreams which failed to come true. / Now is the hour. The hour for Emaleth and Father. \ She saw Father in the old days, with his arms outstretched. This was Christmas and the glen was filled with snow. The Scots pines were close. Hymns rose from the people. Emaleth loved the rise and fall of the voices. There was so much she must see and learn later on. "If we are separated, my beloved, come to the glen at Donnelaith. You can find it. You can do this. People are searching for Mother, people who would divide us. But remember, you will be born into this world knowing all you need to know. Now can you answer me?" Emaleth tried but she could not. "Taltos," he said, and kissed Mother's belly, "I hear you, darling, I love you." And while Mother slept Emaleth was happy, because when Mother woke, Mother would cry. "You think I wouldn't kill him in an instant?" Father said to Mother. They w...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
- Spring '10