'I knew only that you had lost your woman. I did not know how deeply
you loved her, or what it had done to you..... We will leave you now,
because you need to be alone.'
Then Kalus drew a breath, remembering hard reality.
'It is only possible for a natural man to forgive, when his enemy can
no longer hurt those entrusted to his care. I cannot let you close to
my loved ones, and if you ever again try to hurt them, I will kill you
without pity or remorse. But I see now your pain and sickness, and I
will ask the others to help you if they can.'
And the fallen man hid his face in shame.
Sylviana, who had risen, moved now toward her beloved mate. She stood
beside him, looking down, silently begging forgiveness. But his touch,
the way his arms enfolder her, told her there was no need, said
everything that must be said. Three words only remained, and she spoke
them with all her heart.
'I love you.'
Chapter 48
Together the weary lovers walked across the wounded landscape to the
sea. Reaching its margins, Kalus drew out the remaining peyote buttons.
The two exchanged glances, and both understood.
'You have been both a teacher and a killer,' he said. 'But I
have no further need of you, nor would I ask another to follow down your
dark and treacherous path.
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