‘You are young,’ he said softly. ‘And lovely. So full of spirit. You deserve better.’ ‘Burrich. Do you love me?’ A simple question, timidly asked. He folded his work-scarred hands in his lap. ‘Yes.’ He gripped his hands together. To stop their trembling? Molly’s smile broke forth like the sun from a cloud. ‘Then you shall marry me. And afterwards, if you wish, I shall stand before the Witness Stones. And I will admit to all that I was with you before we were wed. And I will show them the child.’ He finally lifted his eyes to hers. His look was incredulous. ‘You’d marry me? As I am? Old? Poor?
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