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 | | She sponged the Queen's sweating brow as Polgara instructed Beldaran to, "Breathe deeply dear, you need to fill your lungs properly..." in a tone that was warm, encouraging, reassuring. |
 | | Beldaran's stifled cries had become a weak sobbing, and Kheva closed his eyes against the tears stinging them, only to fling them open, starting upright from the chair, as his wife gave a long piercing scream. |
 | | In two strides, he was there, and he knelt beside Beldaran, who was his Beldaran again, sharing her tired smiles between him and the tiny scrap of humanity lying on top of her. |
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