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| The Voice of Saint Claire by � coondogk9 Her voice rang clear as yon breakers crashed upon the sound. My hearts desire beckoned me in my wrath. Sad yet I say mine troubled past be upon me as she fled to my side. What brings you to the wharf I asked? Be it so your heart pines for attention? or dost thou wish me harm fair lady? None my sweet prince. I casualed that I might find relief in your company, so I questioned your whereabouts and your departure has been but a breath away. I see damsel. Wouldst thou husband find this amusing or mayhaps he not know of your reconciliation with my heart. I saw no need to burden his temper my prince. It is as it always was. I hold you dear in my wants and dreams. Dost thou not be wanton of my company or hast thou forgotten our nest of love and caring? Nay my love. I hast ne�re erased your memory. I thought perhaps you�d abandoned our tempestuous play for another! Hast thou an arm to guide me down yon walk or shall I be left to the wants and ways of some stranger that desires me against my will? Ah, milady. But I�d be only fair to warn you, my eye has already seen the desire and it is not for another. Perhaps you�d join me in a spot of tea at my flat. The courtyard can be ours for the asking if you wish. I�ve saved your bench and the privy can contain our lust. That is kind of you my prince, but I shant want you to put forth effort saved for another. There is no other at the moment milady. Your wish is my one desire. Shall we then? Oh, by all means. His lordship cannot return for a fortnight so our company shant be questioned. After you m�dear. Our carriage awaits your only your arrival. The Masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett |