I can tell the difference now between theirs and ours, Iris said withan air of small triumph. This was unreal. Her baby was going away. Why have you not chosen me for Uther the Pendragon? Why should I not be the mother of the High King? The Merlin smiled.
The post was irregular these days, and sheknew Laura worried about her. Now, with the touch of Uther's lips, she knew she could no longer remain apart, that she would never again be the self she had known. An orphan, he had lost bothhis mother and father in the 1918 influenza epidemic. It felt sogreat, just to hold her in his arms this way.
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