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If I were a horse, I’d let him ride me anywhere.
“Ye need not be scairt of me,” he said softly. “Nor of anyone here, so long as I’m with ye.”
“I can bear pain, myself,” he said softly, “but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.”
After all, I thought, what were days and weeks in the presence of eternity?
