"It must be now, at the outset! Your true form of the Office. Choose your form."
"I -- choose the form I was at age twenty-five," he said.
Abruptly the constriction of his heart eased, and it beat slowly and strongly. Strength returned.
"Choose your consort!" she cried.
He hardly understood the process. "I want to be with you."
She hugged him and kissed him. "For as long as you want me, my lord of Evil."
The bottom dropped out of his equilibrium. "Who?" |
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