Talking like that makes me enthusiastic, rhaphsodic.Talking like that makes me enthusiastic, rhaphsodic. She looked up at me, reaching up with a hand. "Kennet, you will take me away from this place?" I kneeled down in front of her, brushing a lock of her hair away from her face. "Oenone, daughter of Celebren, I will take you to a place where a century of peace will let you forget Paris and Helen and Ida and Troy, and when you again hear of Terra it will be millenia removed from this age. Troy will be swallowed in a sea of sand, and teachers will dig over those sands for their amusement." She looked up. "Take me there." "I warn you. The beginning is not going to be easy." "I do not want easy. I do not want to die, and nothing here holds me to life. Perhaps you will have something that does. |