I'm not teasing. He stared straight ahead. Even when she should. Why should he be different with Merana? And Merana thought he was afraid, thought that was good.
He turned, half-thinking to leave now. Valda's touch, his bed, could be forgotten, with time, but she would never be able to wash the shame of that yes from her lips. Slowly, her unconscious form rose, swung around and settled gently in front of the Sun Throne. Juilin carried Mat's unstrung bow and had his quiver slung on one shoulder.
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