Not for me, for I shall always have the joy of loving her.’
‘Always?’ the figure asked softly.
‘Always, until I lie in my grave and she lies in hers, and the wind blows the sand to infinity, and there is no trace of our lives. Perhaps somewhere there is a garden where we shall meet again, without pain or misunderstanding. So you see, you must leave me, for I have nothing to offer.’
At last she raised her head.
‘But I have not come to take,’ she whispered. ‘Only to give.’
Her veil fell. Ali stared in thunderstruck silence, then a glad cry broke from him.
‘You!’ he said.
The next moment Fran was in his arms, crushed by a kiss that felt like the first he had ever given her.
‘You!’ he said again. ‘You all the time. You came back to me. But how-?’
This time Fran silenced him with lips that never spoke a word, yet told him all he wanted to know.
‘How could I leave you?’ she said at last. ‘I thought I wanted to, but then you released me to marry Howard and I knew you loved me.’
‘I have always loved you,’ he said humbly. ‘But I never learned how to ask, only to take. If not for you, I might have gone through life without knowing that the greatest prizes can only be won, not seized. But for your wisdom, my sweet life, we might have married and yet lost each other on our wedding day.
‘Now we shall never lose each other, and our wedding day will be a time of joy and triumph. At least-’ he checked himself ‘-I beg you to marry me…’
She smiled. ‘Your mother is already arranging our wedding.’
‘My mother-?’
‘I telephoned her when you left me that day in England. She told me to fly out here, and arranged everything.’
‘Then-you love me?’ He said the words softly, as though he hardly dared to believe them. ‘After everything I’ve done-how can you love me?’
‘It’s only now that I know how much I love you. Now that I can
‘Frances,’ he said. ‘It is Frances that I love. The others-’ he gave a rueful smile ‘-perhaps they’ll return sometimes, for you are a woman of variety, and will always have a new self to bemuse me. But it is Frances that I love, and always will.
‘Be your true self. Come to me in freedom, and leave also in freedom, for I know-’ his face darkened, as though it was hard for him to say this ‘-you will wish to return sometimes to your own country. As long as you always come back to me.’
‘Always,’ she said. ‘Always. My darling, let us too build an Enchanted Garden.’
Looking into her eyes, he divined her true meaning.
‘One that we shall carry with us all our lives,’ he said, ‘until the time comes for us to wander in the Enchanted Garden for ever.’
Lucy Gordon
Lucy Gordon cut her writing teeth on magazine journalism, interviewing many of the world’s most interesting men, including Warren Beatty, Richard Chamberlain, Sir Roger Moore, Sir Alec Guinness, and Sir John Gielgud. She also camped out with lions in Africa and had many other unusual experiences which have often provided the background for her books. She is married to a Venetian, whom she met while on holiday in Venice. They got engaged within two days.
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