Book3:WereMyDreamIs

dslowlyandcarefullyontheredcarpetwithNovelonhisarms,hisexpressionmostlyseriousandsolemnbutbrightehaslightsmilepyingtoperfethepartofalovingbrivingawayhissistertoperfe.Whentheyreachedthealtar,oppedandtheanmusietoahalt.Inthesilehemuchrespectedwhite-hairedpastanbyaskinginadeep,resonantandsonorousvoice,

    “Whogivesthiswomantobemarriedtothisman?”

    “Ido”repliedMarkclearly.Thenhepovel’shandintoMr.O’Brian’s,hemandsteppedback.Withasighofreliefthathehaddonehispartwithoutaglitch,Markwalkedbackdowntheaisleandwhileeveryotentionwasteredonthebrideandgroom,heslippedunobtrusivelyawayfromthechurch.MakinghiswayaroundthegardentothebatraintoLaverrailer.

    Theattentionofthesixteeiesscatteredinthefourtrai