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Tolak knelt down before his bed to view the golden haired vision that lay there more closely. Desire for the exotic haired woman rioted through his system almost instantly, but he was not a man controlled by the wants of his flesh and yet it was hard to deny the appeal of the woman that lay before him now upon his bed.
Her white skin and golden hair was so at odds with the appearance of his people and yet she remained enticingly female just the same. His gaze took in her form mostly hidden from his view to then focus on the chains about her wrists.
His desire stilled as he took in the signs that this woman was an outsider even among her own people. Her head shifted and in startlement he saw his most prized possession situated half under her head.
Carefully he removed the words of God from beneath her head and standing up he went to his table to set them back where they belonged. A sudden premonition had him glancing toward the horizon in search for a storm, but the clouds continued to glow orange with no hint of graying.
Just the same he picked the Bible up and wrapped it in a watertight covering and set it in a box beneath the table. Straightening he turned back to the golden woman on his bed and debated about what to do.
His lust for her already was too much to be of a rational mind so quickly he left the house in search of a place of solitude in which he could collect his thoughts as to whether to accept the gift that his daughter had brought him or not.