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On the other side of the night I see your ghost Hovering sad and alone and quiet Over the green, green grass And the blue, blue ocean I see you Hovering far away Waiting for a kind word For the “I see you” I offer you sight I offer you remembrance Across ocean and sea At the place that you belong In peace and quiet I pray for your rest No matter who you are Beyond that far place In my heart you have a place I offer water to your memory I offer a place in my heart Right now I offer all I can give To keep your memory alive Forever more, forever beyond memory the green, green grass And the blue, blue ocean, I see you Hovering far away Waiting for the kind words “I see you” I offer you sight I offer you remembrance Across ocean and sea and plain At the place you belong In peace and quiet I pray for your rest No matter who you are Forever more I wish you peace

She paced under the central ash tree. Eric’s offer to foster her and Gerard in the High Queen’s court was an opportunity no sane parent would waste, but Mother had screamed threats if he took Gerard from her. Ascelin had watched the light die in her brother’s eyes Father conceded the decision to Mother. She, the girl, would go. Gerard, the crippled son, would stay. A breeze stirred her hair. She turned her face into it and inhaled. Many scents layered within it that breeze: pine, stone, salt, and water. Then weaving through it all were the scents of snow, and the distinct freshness of winter nights. A shiver ran through her body. Two powerful goddesses were here tonight. Slowly, released her breath, and pulled the temple’s door open only enough for her to slip inside. Torches cast shifting shadows even as the flames burned low. Her hands shook as she stepped across the open space. Her chest hurt as if someone was pushing on it, forcing her breath deeper and deeper into her

Snow fell slowly around the clearing, weighing down the pines and leafless trees while it glowed in the full moon’s light. Shivering in the breeze she glanced up at dark blue sky and saw that it was getting late. With a sigh she started to turn away only to pause. The silence had changed. It was no longer motionless like a corpse but more like a sleeping child stirring under her blanket. “Ingvar,” Clare breathed as the slender form slid out of the shadows. His black hair waved in each gust of wind as he left only the faintest indentations in the freshly fallen snow. The chill reached to her bones through her thick blanket, but he only wore a vest over his shirt. His bright grin softened the sharp, delicate planes of his face. That grin disappeared, and his face became as dark as the forest behind him. “What happened?” His hand was gentle as it brushed against the bruise, freshly purpled, on her face. “Nothing,” she faltered at his expression. “Nothing about me.” “Clare,” His voice had