You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,β I said. It was true, for all that I feared how trite it must have sounded to her, though she did not say so. I wondered how Guinevere's father could have sent her away. Surely she was a light in his life. This radiant, fearless girl. She pouted, and it was all I could do not to kiss her again. 'You have lived in the forests of Benoic and on this island and this is the furthest you have ever been into Britain,β she said. βWhen you have actually seen something of the world, I will ask you again if you still think I am the most beautiful thing in the world.' βAnd I will say the same again.β I said.
