It was not her dream that chilled him, but that she did not weep as she told it. As a hero, he understood weeping women and knew how to make them sto… - Peter S. Beagle

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It was not her dream that chilled him, but that she did not weep as she told it. As a hero, he understood weeping women and knew how to make them stop crying — generally you killed something — but her calm terror confused and unmanned him, while the shape of her face crumbled the distant dignity he had been so pleased at maintaining. When he spoke again, his voice was young and stumbling.