No Briton can ever pretend to be a Saxon." I do not think that there is more to be said of that meeting, though indeed I would willingly dwell on it.

Mayhap it will be plain why I would do so presently, for I left him bright and happy in his old place, with nought but the distance from the foster son whom he loved to trouble him.
But when I rode away again the sorrow of that parting fell heavily on me, and I could not shake it off.

It seemed to me that I would not see Owen again, though why it so seemed I could not tell.

If I had any thought of danger to myself I should have cared little, so it was not that.

I wonder if one can feel "fey" for another man if he is dear to you as no other can be?
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