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They knew, did Yasmid and little Megelin, but they pretended his stay would last. They always pretended.
They always would, and would live each minute as if it might be their last.
"He's a sturdy little rascal, isn't he?" Haroun asked. Little Megelin gripped his forefingers and stared up with wise infant's eyes. A smile teased the child's soft, moist little lips.
Haroun wept. For all the children, he wept.