For, "Yes," he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life.

For, "Yes," he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life.

One had a knife. But I had a staff and was trained to use it.

Her stillness was such a contrast to all the jumbled communication inside me that I suddenly felt what a tiresome fellow I was, always filling the air with the rattle of words and anxieties.

I am the King's Fool. He is the King-In-Wating. Let him wait.

I thought we had lost you. I thought we'd done something worse than let you die.' His old arms were tight and strong about me. I was kind to the old man. I did not tell him they had.

Locked into loneliness were we two and looking at one another every evening we each saw the one we blamed for it.