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Buckkeep Castle was stuffed full of secrets, and half of them were not secrets at all. They were only the things we dared not ask one another for fear the answers would be unbearably painful.
How strange to be loved simply for who I was.
“This time, on Aslevjal.” A terrified smile trembled at the corners of his mouth. “It is my turn to die.”
alacrity.
I enjoyed those simple hours with him.
Dragons be damned.
irascible
No man would entrust half his soul to a man he cared nothing for.
One man armed with the right word may do what an army of swordsmen cannot.
“How can we forget? It isn’t a matter of forgetting. It is a matter of remembering.”
enthused.
For a teetering instant, I feared he would misunderstand my words. Then I knew that he would know exactly what I meant by them. For years, he had shown that he understood my feelings, in the silences he kept. Before we parted company, I had to repair, somehow, the rift between us. The words were the only tool I had. They echoed of the old magic, of the power one gained when one knew someone’s true name. I was determined. And yet, the utterance still came awkward to my tongue. “You said once that I might call you ‘Beloved,’ if I no longer wished to call you ‘Fool.’ ” I took a breath. “Beloved,
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Perhaps having the courage to find a better path is having the courage to risk making new mistakes.
