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and let her have an opinion or two of her own. She was nothing but a child, after all; he mustn't be harsh with her.
He was weak before it. Once more he opened the closet door, feeling the need for new strength. A long time he looked into the still face. He was a king. Was it strange that a woman had fallen before him?
He reduced the event to its rudiments. He was the affianced husband of Breeders youngest daughter, who didn't believe in long engagements.
The thing was incredible, even as he faced Ram-tah.
How had he ever done it?
"Gee!" he muttered, "how'd I ever have the nerve to do it!"
Ram-tah's sleeping face remained still. If the wise and good king knew the answer he gave no sign.
