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- "I don't know what's making this work so
- well," Peter told Wanda Sixlove, "but
- I'm finding it easier and easier to
- reach and stay with you."
-
- "We're making a connection," she said,
- and there was such intense passion and
- promise in her feeling-tone that Peter
- would have blushed, had he been awake.
- She danced for him, reaching to take his
- hand, to lead him into the slow pavane.
- Behind them the walls were hung with
- tapestries she had woven through the
- long weary years of her voyage in the
- cold, tapestries in which the unicorn
- turned at bay, and the damsel was seated
- on the forest floor with the noble head
- in her lap, and the hunters called in
- the distance as the dogs came close.
- Overhead the leaves hung down, close and
- dense, holding them as they walked
- slowly, hands together and arched,
- looking into one another's eyes.
-
- Wanda's eyes were violet, he thought, of
- a twilight clarity. Is this love? he
- wondered, thinking she was ten years his
- senior and altogether wiser in the
- world.
-
- But no, she said to him. I am frozen in
- time as I hurtle through space, while
- you grow. Soon you will be the older. By
- the time I arrive at Beta, you will be
- the older.
-
- "Oh, Weaving Girl", Peter said, with
- such despair. They danced.
-