Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ

As I see it, Ouroana will return to Galicia, and Mogueime will go with her, and before they leave they will find in Lisbon a dog that has survived in hiding and will accompany them on their journey
. . .
Maria Sara’s head is resting on Raimundo’s shoulder, with his left hand he strokes her hair and cheek. They did no fall asleep at once. Beneath the verandah roof a shadow sighed.

We seem to be at war, Of course we’re at war, it’s a war of siege, each of us besieges the other and is besieged in turn, we want to break down the other’s walls while defending our own, love means getting rid of all barriers, love is the end of all sieges.

One day when they had finally spoken to each other and entered into other intimacies, Ouroana would ask Mogueime if he was responsible for the murder of those two lecherous soldiers, No, he replied, thinking to himself that he should have killed them in order to be more deserving of this woman’s love.

Raimundo Silva consults his watch, if Maria Sara does not ring within the half hour, he will telephone her, How are you, my love, and she will reply, Alive, and he will say, It’s a miracle.

he was incapable of hating a man who had never done him any harm, just because he coveted his woman.

(RS) was actually speaking to the woman whom he had slept with the previous night, relishing the ineffable pleasure of using neutral words which they alone could translate into another language, that of emotion and capable of evoking other meanings, to utter the word book and hear the word kiss, to say yes and understand it to mean always, to hear good afternoon and sense the person is really saying, I love you.

as lovely as the dawn, as mysterious as monnrise

Meanwhile, the unwitting instrument of destiny, knight Heinrich debates in his intimate forum, whether he should take Ouroana with him to Mem Ramire’s quarters, or leave her behind in the royal encampment, under the care and vigilance of his trusted squire.

However long our relationship may last, I want to live it honestly, I liked you for what you are, and I hope that what I am does not prevent you from liking me

The memory of that splendid night distracts (RS), the surprise of awakening in the morning and seeing and feeling a naked body beside him, the ineffable pleasure of touching it, here, there, softly, as it were one great rose, saying to himself, Slowly, don’t awaken her...then those eager hands, that prolonged, insistent caress, until Maria Sara opens her eyes and smiles, when they say together, My love, and embraced.