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Blinking furiously, Linnet made out a figure hunched over her. “Sweet Mary, I have died,” she whispered. Dimly she was aware of gentle pokes and prods as he examined her arms and legs.

“I do not think anything is broken.” The man sat back on his haunches. “Can you move your limbs?”

“Simon?” Linnet murmured.

He cocked his head. “You know who I am?”

“But…you perished….”

“Nay, though I came close on a few occasions.”

Joy pulsed through her, so intense it brought fresh tears to eyes that had already cried a river for him.

He leaned closer, his jaw stubbled, his eyes shadowed by their sockets. “Do I know you?”

A laugh bubbled in her throat, wild and a bit hysterical. She cut it off with a sob. She had been right. He did not even remember her or their wondrous moment together….