She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. But Gerald wouldn’t hear of it. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. She dared not say the word aloud, not even to herself. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone.
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