> He was certain she could hear his smile. <[Careful, my love, for the
> meaning of words is of the utmost importance. Calling me your beloved is
> only likely to make me fall even more in love with you and then you run the
> risk of having me embarrass you with some small public display of
> affection.]>
She smiled back. <[Then my choice of words was appropriate.]>
> <[I can feel the memories. Hold to me, they are drawing us closer.]>
> Together, they drifted almost lazily through her mind, traveling through
> memories that clearly were not his, until they came to a place where
> something that was probably supposed to be a wall but was instead a rather
> leaky dike stood. More or less. <[I must apologize for the crude
> workmanship,]> he thought to her drily as his mind's eye surveyed the mess.
> <[Granted, there was something of the pressure of time, but nonetheless....
> To leave this kind of debris laying about and then to take credit for the
> construction? I should be flogged.]>
<[We were both fighting to survive. Haste was necessary, then. We have
time, now, to repair things.]>
> A long moment while his mind surveyed the rubble, and thought through the
> options. <[A dam, I think,]> he told her, <[under your control, so that you
> can close the gates at least for the present, and then open them at your
> leisure. And a sluiceway, to allow a small trickle to run now to keep the
> pressure from building. Your thoughts?]>
<[Would you want me to have free access to your memories?]>
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