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That
amused
her
;
he
could
see
the
sparkle
in
her
dark
eyes
.
"
And
you
said
you
’
d
name
her
after
me
,
"
she
said
in
a
voice
of
wounded
reproach
.
"
I
did
.
"
He
caught
her
hand
.
"
Help
me
,
my
lady
.
In
the
green
lands
,
they
believe
a
woman
with
child
means
good
fortune
for
any
man
who
beds
her
.
"
"
And
what
would
they
know
about
ships
in
the
green
lands
?
Or
women
,
for
that
matter
?
Besides
,
I
think
you
made
that
up
.
"
"
If
I
confess
,
will
you
still
love
me
?
"
"
Still
?
When
have
I
ever
loved
you
?
"
"
Never
,
"
he
admitted
,
"
but
I
am
trying
to
repair
that
lack
,
my
sweet
Esgred
.
The
wind
is
cold
.
Come
aboard
my
ship
and
let
me
warm
you
.
On
the
morrow
my
uncle
Aeron
will
pour
seawater
over
her
prow
and
mumble
a
prayer
to
the
Drowned
God
,
but
I
’
d
sooner
bless
her
with
the
milk
of
my
loins
,
and
yours
.
"
"
The
Drowned
God
might
not
take
that
kindly
.
"
"
Bugger
the
Drowned
God
.
If
he
troubles
us
,
I
’
ll
drown
him
again
.
We
’
re
off
to
war
within
a
fortnight
.
Would
you
send
me
into
battle
all
sleepless
with
longing
?
"
"
Gladly
.
"
"
A
cruel
maid
.
My
ship
is
well
named
.
If
I
steer
her
onto
the
rocks
in
my
distraction
,
you
’
ll
have
yourself
to
blame
.
"
