"It was my wish to make your fear small, not big. To become your good friend, not your enemy." "Oh, Hunter, I wish we be friends again. Remember our journey to my wooden walls? Sometimes--I think about those times, and--" She broke off and gave an exasperated groan. "I felt so close to you then, and I was so sad to say good-bye." "And now your heart does not sing friendship for me?" "You're my " "I wish to be your friend." He leaned back to see her face. "Can I not be both? You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes." "Oh, Hunter..." "You will be my friend again?" he asked huskily. "We will make laughter together, yes? And you will lie beside me when we sleep, with no fear, because my hand upon you is the hand of your good friend." "I'd like to be friends again--truly I would." "Then it will be so." He nuzzled her ear. "But Hunter, don't you see? We're " "Ah, yes, married." Hunter's mind circled the word, trying to imagine what images it conjured for her. "And good friends, yes? Trust. This last time. My hand upon you has brought pain?" "No," she whispered hoarsely. "I have beaten you?" "No." She pressed closer to him and encircled his neck with her arms. "Oh, Hunter, what must you think of me?" "I think there is big fear inside you."