““What are you doing, Alys?" He'd turned to watch her, and his expression was disbelieving. She'd emerged from the winding staircase to stand in the open, but she hadn't yet been able to make her feet move further. "Facing my fears," she said in a wobbly voice. "Courting death?" "Are you going to kill me?" "The lightning might." "Are you you going to kill me?" she persisted, flinching when the thunder rumbled again. "Would you ride a horse for me?" he countered. "Yes." "Would you walk across this parapet to come to me?" "Yes." And shes started forward, shivering as the rain lashed down around them. She halted just out of reach, lifting her head and throwing back her shoulders with quiet determination. "Would you come to me?" she asked him. "Yes," he said. And he crossed the last few feet of the parapet and pulled her into his arms, kissing her mouth.””
