They laughed, relief that they could laugh making the laughter louder than it would have been. Steppan looked at Fluin, his eyes alight with love and desire. Fluin’s eyes reflected his, like stars on a summer evening. For a moment, Fluin forgot the throb of his broken fingers and the lump on his head—and the pain in his heart of his betrayal of Steppan.
That night they made love again. Already, as is the way, it seemed utterly right and meet, this congress of bodies and souls.
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