Now, as she lies sleeping in my arms, I wonder and fear at this love between us, this little life which no eye but God’s has seen. What of my nature, and the beast’s, had I given it? Would my son be a demon or my daughter a devourer of men?
Then my eyes find my wife’s face, free of makeup, adorned only in the rosy light, and the fears fall away. As my love for her had held back the wolf in the last, and her love had called me from the dead, our love could face whatever came.
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