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    A smile began to grace Mordred’s features, as he watched the young woman with surprise. “Yes?”, did he ask, as his side was pressed at Summer’s, “Are you very cold?”

The winter had been coming with all its might and a thick blanket of snow was lying over the landscape. They were cowering behind a bush, as there were people strolling through the winterly forest, in search of the fled prisoner and one of Gavin’s best men.

  “They are already departing… I will find a shelter for us. Make a fire.” Until then was he putting his overcoat around them both before Summer was freezing to death, though she was already wearing one of his other coats.

She cuddled close in to his side, hands buried between their bodies. Glancing upward at his face, she thought for a second, then turned her gaze to some branches poking up out of the snow, cupped in a little hollow. It took very little to melt the snow from them and set them ablaze. A little more effort controlled the fire, keeping it small so they would stay hidden.