For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

Alongside the Unconquered Stars
by Sophia von McCoy-bar Asimov

   Waiting alone in the little walled garden, with the barbarian cries of the frolicking children wafting in from outside, Susan Pohl, Student Nurse, thought once more of Baron Forsythe, the mysterious stranger with the large dog. He was now, according to the best salon gossip, a prisoner in the very castle he had once owned.
   Only in this moment of extremity could it have happened that came a flurry of activity, and she leapt to her feet with hope — and alarm — in her eyes. He was here! “I tried to forget you, but I couldn’t, my dewy, doll-faced delight!” he blurted as the blood rose in his face and ears.
   Abruptly, he dabbed at her tears with the handkerchief she herself had made for him, and as the horror of these last months vanished in a blaze of joy, she wordlessly let her body melt against his own.

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