> <[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?]> <[My dearest, I want you to have free access to everything about me.]> (and repairs were made, and all was well? what else would you like to add here?)
