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smile was almost celestial. 
    The memories of his love swirled around Elizabeth as his words flowed over her.  She was utterly enthralled by his tale.  She was there with him, all those centuries ago.  She felt herself being pulled into a sweet oblivion without time or thought.  A place where the most wonderful memories dwelt in all their unfading beauty.  All around her seemed to fade into nothingness. 
    S uddenly Anya stood before her, dressed in a gown of soft white silk.  She was no longer the young maid that Lord Reginald had met on that dark road, but she had bloomed into the fullness and beauty of womanhood.  Around her neck was an intricately wrought crucifix of silver.  Golden curls cascaded down her back, and her clear blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight.  The smell of roses and lilies followed her like a train.  She was glowing with happiness as she beckoned to Elizabeth. 
    “Come with me, young one,” the vision whispered to her.  “My l ord’s power is too great for you.  Come with me, and I will keep you safe in the place between places.” 
    Elizabeth did not fully understand what she meant, but she ran into Anya’s open arms even as she felt that her body was still sitting on that wooden crate.  She sank into Anya’s warm embrace and breathed in her sweet essence.  She felt as if at long last, she had found her home.
    A feeling a tranquility filled her entire being as she drifted away with Anya on a calm sea. 
     
     
    Chapter 5
    “You have mesmerized her, father,” Marcus said reproachfully, seeing that Elizabeth had fallen into a deep trance where she sat.  Romulus was curled up at her feet and seemed to be asleep.  “You almost mesmerized me.”  He shook his head in disbelief.  “I haven’t heard you speak with such power and passion since I was still a child.” 
    Lord Reginald’s expression became grave.  He laid Elizabeth gently on the floor, wrapped her in the velvet covering that had been on the crate and placed his hand on her head.  A deep vertical line appeared between his eyebrows as he looked up at his son in bewilderment. 
    “If she is mesmerized, it is no t by me, my son.  She seems to be asleep.” 
    Sir Marcus raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side.  “That is not possible.” 
    “See for yourself.” 
    Sir Marcus crouched beside Lord Reginald and laid his own hand on Elizabeth’s head.  He stood up almost immediately, deep frown on his face.  “You are right, but how?” 
    “I am not entirely certain,” Lord Reginald replied as he stood beside his son.  The line between his brows deepe ned as he frowned as well.  “It is as if something is protecting her from my power.” 
    “It’s a miracle that she survived,” Sir Marcus said.  “Any other mortal’s mind would have been destroyed by the vision that you were showing her.  It was far too vivid.” 
    Lord Reginald shook his head.  “I forgot myself as I spoke.  The memories of my sweet Anya fill me to overflowing.” 
    “Perhaps it was not merely the memories,” Sir Marcus said.  He gazed shrewdly at his father.  “You know, or you think you know what protected her.” 
    Lord Reginald shot him a dangerous look. 
    “Forgive me, father.” Sir Marcus said with a respectful bow.  “We will not speak of it.” 
    Lord Reginald nodded curtly in response. 
    “Her life force is indeed strong.”
    Lord Reginald’s expression softened at Sir Marcus’ words.  “Yes, indeed it is.” 
    “But not as strong as mother’s.” 
    “No,” Lord Reginald said.  There was something like regret in his deep voice.  “But she has a different kind of strength that she is not even aware of.  She is like and unlike gentle Anya.  Perhaps that will save her.” 
    “Your words are of little comfort,” Sir Marcus said. 
    Romulus lifted his head from between his paws and let out a small whine. 
    “Your companion agrees with me.  Look at him pretending to be