"Her lips quivering, Telma reached up and began to run her fingers over the clasp that held Alfon’s cloak around his shoulders. “Y-you’re not wearing your armor, my lord… you won’t… be safe.” She whimpered softly. He reached up and softly pushed her hands away from him. “War is never safe, Telma. Even for marshals.” He replied quietly. “B-but… you will return… w-won’t you, my lord?” her voice was barely a whisper. Her handsome knight drew a deep breath and sighed. He looked down into her soft, amber eyes and answered, “A soldier must be prepared not to, if the goddess calls to him.” A small sob escaped her lips and her voice broke, “Alfon… no!”“
“ They stood for a few moments in silence, gazing into each other’s eyes. They could not kiss, or even embrace here – it would not be appropriate for his lordship to be seen that way. But he gently held her cheek with one hand and wiped the tears from her eyes. When the pain become too great, he quietly whispered, “I have to go now Telma.” And remounted his horse. Link waited for his master, then moved to climb up behind him, but was seized once more by his ‘adopted mother’s’ hands. A flurry of tight embraces and tear-stained kisses followed as the poor boy was shaken like a doll. “YOU! You have to promise me that you’re coming back little man!” she cried, “I couldn’t live if anything happened to you!” Russell and Viscern were quickly breaking as snorts and coughs of laughter could be heard as they tried to cover their mouths. “
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