Perhaps an hour later he lay sprawled on his back, stripped to the waist on the broad, solid bed. She stood watching him, his dried riding cloak about her. Her own clothes were nearly dry, and the rain was less; yet for reasons she did not understand, her one desire was to remain with him there, as they were, forever. He stretched his arms behind him and let out a yawn, and looked at her with laughing, sleepy eyes. 

 “I’m all done in, my little Mary, riding and running about with you after the long day’s work. Better let me have a bit of sleep, then we’ll take ourselves home. Wake me in a bit, won’t you?” And he rolled over on his side, leaving her flushed and agitated, not understanding the feelings that stirred inside her. The early night was hushed, her brother lay long and beautiful in the firelight, and she was thirteen years old. 

 After a short time that seemed like an eternity, during which she never once took her eyes from him, she heard the soft, steady breathing of his slumber. All her love and confused desire suddenly took hold of her. She loosed the cloak about her bare shoulders, and came closer. Quietly, timidly, her heart pounding, she lay down next to him, drawing the broad cloak about them both. She rested her face against his arm, while her hand mysteriously sought out the scraggly down of his chest. He stirred. 

 “What’s all this?” he whispered dreamily. “You’re not still afraid?” 

 “No,” she nearly shouted. “It’s not that at all.” And then, as if afraid the moment was lost, she drew in her arms and snuggled closer to him still. “You’re not shamed for me, are you, Michael? I’ve done nothing wrong.” 

 “Ah, hush girl. You love your Michael and he loves you. Where’s the sin?” And his strong arm enveloped her back, as he gently kissed her forehead..... 

 Oh, to feel his arms around her, his skin against hers! She sobbed aloud at the thought of it, and flung herself to the ground. How gladly she would have died, then as now, to be with him forever. But still her life went on, still the feelings and images would not stop: 

 They lay quiet for a time, her breasts touching his, their faces so close, breath intermingling. Then all at once, with a voice hardly her own, she said the words that had sealed her fate. 

 “Kiss me, Michael. If you don’t kiss me I swear I’ll die.” And though she could not see them, she felt the laughter of his eyes. But he did as she 

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