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She
took
a
breath
,
waited
,
and
then
replied
,
"
No
.
"
"
What
?
"
His
cry
startled
the
birds
.
The
canopy
jerked
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
firmly
.
"
It
’
s
settled
.
I
won
’
t
go
.
"
He
looked
at
her
.
They
did
not
speak
after
that
.
She
turned
away
.
The
birds
flew
on
,
ten
thousand
flrebrands
down
the
wind
.
In
the
dawn
the
sun
,
through
the
crystal
pillars
,
melted
the
fog
that
supported
Ylla
as
she
slept
.
All
night
she
had
hung
above
the
floor
,
buoyed
by
the
soft
carpeting
of
mist
that
poured
from
the
walls
when
she
lay
down
to
rest
.
All
night
she
had
slept
on
this
silent
river
,
like
a
boat
upon
a
soundless
tide
.
Now
the
fog
burned
away
,
the
mist
level
lowered
until
she
was
deposited
upon
the
shore
of
wakening
.
She
opened
her
eyes
.
Her
husband
stood
over
her
.
He
looked
as
if
he
had
stood
there
for
hours
,
watching
.
She
did
not
know
why
,
but
she
could
not
look
him
in
the
face
.
"
You
’
ve
been
dreaming
again
!
"
he
said
.
"
You
spoke
out
and
kept
me
awake
.
I
really
think
you
should
see
a
doctor
.
"
"
I
’
ll
be
all
right
.
"
