A Man of Impulse [Darkover series] [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Marion Zimmer Bradley
eBook Category: Fantasy/Science Fiction
eBook Description: Dyan Ardais went to Lindirsholme with his young friend Merryl. He didn't expect to find himself dealing with Merryl's twin sister, Marilla. And he never in his wildest dreams expected what would come from their meeting.
eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Four Moons of Darkover, 1988
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2007
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"You keep good company, chiyu," Marilla Lindir blazed at her brother. "By all accounts you are just what he likes, the Lord Ardais--a boy not yet a man, old enough to be almost a companion, young enough that you will never contest his will, and pretty as a girl--has he yet made you his--"
Merryl heard the word in her mind, and colored before she spoke it, but he said stubbornly, "You do not know Lord Dyan as I do, Marilla."
"No, and I thank all the Gods for it! Is it not enough that all our Aillard kin think you sandal-wearer because you shirked your term in the Cadets--"
"That is not fair, either," said Merryl quietly. "What ails you, 'Rilla? Are you angry because for once there is something we do not share? You have woman friends and I do not grudge them to you. You know why I could not go into the Cadets; after our brother Samael died, Mother thought always that I would melt in the winter rains or catch the fever in a summer heat, and truly I did not ask it--to be coddled and made a housepet, tied to her sash even when I was grown to be a man. Now for once there is a man of our kinfolk who accepts me for what I am; a man, a telepath ... and does not mock me for what I cannot amend, that I grew to manhood without the company of my own kind. He accepts me," Merryl repeated, and Marilla, through her anger, felt the pain in her brother's voice, steadied though it was. She swallowed hard. Perhaps it was true, perhaps her anger was only jealousy ... she and Merryl, twin-born, had not been separated as most brothers and sisters were when one moved into manhood and the other was confined to the narrow limits of a Comyn lady. Was she jealous, that now Merryl moved on where she could not follow, into the larger world? She reached for Merryl, and he hugged her close. She was still almost as tall as he; and though her hair was braided in a flaming rope down her back, while his clung in tendrils around his freckled face, her shoulders were nearly as broad as his own.