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PART II - CHAPTER XIII

and I hear the thunder of the waves about me. Hour by hour the ship rushes on, and nothing can stay it from coming nearer.
What will it be like when my brother comes, bringing her? I fear such strangeness. I am dumb in this time of waiting. I know neither good nor ill, only waiting.
Seven days, my husband says, and the white ship will reach the harbour at the mouth of the river, the great Son of the Sea, which flows past the North gate of the city. My husband cannot understand why I cling to the hours to stretch them longer and put further into the future the eighth day. I cannot put into words for him my fear of this strangeness to come.
He is a man. How can he understand the heart of my mother? I cannot forget how she dreads my brother's coming. I have not been to see her again. We have nothing now to say to each other. Only I cannot forget her and that she is alone.
Yet I cannot forget either my brother and that one whom he loves. I am torn hither and thither like a frail plum tree in a wind too passionate for its resistance.

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