Lasbelin Carries You
You toss your head against his strong arm uneasily. He leans forward
unexpectedly and brushes his lips against your forehead. "Shush,
now, Gwil. Sleep in peace." You feel a wave of relief wash over
you; somehow you feel safe within his strong arms: you fade into
peaceful slumber, as Lasbelin carries you in his
arms.
With amazing swiftness, Lasbelin catches you. "You are
sick," he says, looking kindly at you. "You need care. Come,
I will carry you to help." He scoops you up into his arms.
