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Disclaimer: See Prologue
Rating PG13+
Pairing: Dom Cobb and Ariadne Bishop
Beta : Huge thanks to Vashti. Any remaining errors are mine, she did a great job.
Previous Chapters: Prologue - To Be Or Not To Be - Ch 1 - Slings and Arrows Of Outrageous Fortune ; Ch 2 - Whether 'tis Nobler In The Mind To Suffer ; Ch 3 - To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Trouble ; Ch 4 - To Die, To Sleep No More ; Ch 5 - For In That Sleep.... ; Ch 6 - ....What Dreams May Come ; Ch 7 - The Heartache and The Thousand Natural Shocks ; Ch 8 - The Undiscovered Country - Pt I ; Ch 9 - The Undiscovered Country - Pt II ; Ch 10 - The Undiscovered Country - Pt III ; Ch 11 - The Undiscovered Country - Pt IV
Art Credit: All the amazing art found in this story is done by wickedandcruel. The originals and many more lovely pieces can be found at her Tumblr Your Own Destiny

To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

By Lattelady

Ch 12 – The Undiscovered Country – Part V


“Dom, put this in your basket.” Sabine handed him a one-cup Thermos of coffee. “Ariadne only gets a small amount and no later than two o'clock in the afternoon.”

“Medicinal purposes, right?” He remembered how the simple social process of drinking coffee together had smoothed the way for Sabine to gain access to information he'd been keeping from her. “You think it'll be necessary?”

“The coffee is for both of you.” She was back in therapist mode and Cobb found it comforting. “You will have to ask the difficult questions and not let her avoid the answers.”

“This seems to be my day for tough love.” He shook off tension that had been building all morning and kept right on working.

“It will not be easy on either of you.” His mother-in-law watched him carefully as he closed the picnic basket he and Ari would be taking with them.

“This morning wasn't easy but I got through it,” he sighed and rubbed his eyes with one hand. “Phillipa caught me off guard, though I'm glad she's finally talking about her fears. I've known for months that she was having problems. All I could do was try and show her I loved her and reinforce it with words.”

“You have done admirably, Dominic, but Ariadne is not a child. She will not be as easy to deal with,” Sabine warned. “You cannot simply pick her up and calm her the way you did your daughter.”

“I'll sit on her if I have to keep her in one spot long enough to make her listen.”

“I believe you would.” Sabine smiled at her son-in-law's determination. “But listening to your words is only the beginning. She must talk to you as well.”

“If I can get her to listen, she’ll tell me what she knows.” He was counting heavily on Ariadne's strong belief in honesty.

“If she knew what was at the core of her problems, she would have dealt with it on her own instead of getting worse and worse as the months went by,” Sabine theorized. “She was a member of your last team. All of you shared dreams-within-dreams, using a complex mix of strong sedatives. I believe that somewhere, on one of the lower levels, Ari unwittingly bumped into something that was buried deep in her subconscious. Somewhere in that dreaming session she woke one of her sleeping monsters. With luck, this afternoon you can get her to poke at it so it will come after her when you dream tonight.”

“How the hell am I going to get her to do that?” Cobb leaned both arms on the center island and looked across at his mother-in-law.

“I would suggest through strong emotion. Ari’s are very close to the surface today. I could see anger, hurt and worry shining from her eyes while you dealt with Phillipa’s fears.”

“You basically want me to break her?” He ran a hand through his hair, unsure if he could hurt her like that, even if it meant helping her.

“Can you do it?” Sabine knew she was asking a lot of him. “I would do it, myself, but it could take years of talk therapy to accomplish what you could do in one afternoon.”

“You don’t leave me much choice, but do me a favor. Can we save James for another day? If he goes off the rails, too, I’m gonna need something a whole lot stronger than coffee.”

“I believe you’re safe on that one.” She patted his hand in reassurance. “Jamie was eighteen months old when Mal died and not even two when you left. That is old enough to know that something was terribly wrong but not old enough to be able to understand what was upsetting his world. James follows his sister's lead when he is unsure and she takes her responsibility seriously.”

“That isn't Phillipa's job. I want her to hold onto what is left of her childhood for as long as she can.” He knew that a lot of it had been lost when Mal had committed suicide.

“Most of your children's interactions are ordinary ones between an older sister and a younger brother. It is a good thing and comfortable for both of them. Though it bears watching.”

“It was always James who asked if mommy was with me when we talked while I was away.” Cobb closed his eyes remembering the jagged mix of pain and joy those calls caused.

“I know. I was there. Death wasn't a concept he understood,” Sabine choked. “Dominic, I am sorry for the way I treated you.” Tears glistened in her eyes at the memory of that horrible time spent in America, when she'd been unable to face her daughter's suicide. “Please know that no matter how hateful I was toward you and my darling Miles, I never did or said anything to undermine you with the children. I tried to prepare them for the possibility that you would be unable to return, not to cause you pain, but to protect them.”

“I know, Sabine, I know.” He held her as she cried. “If I had been in your place, dealing with my grandchildren, I doubt I would have acted differently. I'm amazed at your generosity toward me and toward Ariadne. I don't think I would have it in me.”

“You are family. The only child I have left, and Ari?” She laughed softly and gave him a gentle hug before moving away to wipe her eyes. “What is not to like? When you were having your alone time with your son at the park, she painted Phillipa's toenails and had a tea party with her in Mal's old tree house. Yesterday when you were having your father-daughter lunch, she helped James lay out his Brio train track from the playroom, down the hall, and into the dining room. Then the two of them ate lunch under the table where they were building a town using blocks and an old set of pots and pans”


“No buts.” Sabine held up her hand to keep him from interrupting. “What do you hear coming from in the playroom, now?”

Cobb listened carefully and a tremor ran through his body at the sounds of his daughter's high-pitched chortle interspersed with music and whoops of joy coming from his son. “They're laughing.” They usually only giggled like that when he swung them high over his head and gave them tickling kisses with his whiskers.

“Yes, and it isn't only the children whom she makes happy. She has that effect on all of us, especially you. She brings happiness to a home that has been in darkness for too long.”

“Yeah, and I'm going to reward her for all the care she's given my family by ripping her apart today.” He glared into the distance, uncomfortable with what lay ahead.

“It is necessary so she can get her laughter back, so her life can move forward.” Sabine squeezed his hand reassuringly. “From things you've said and things she refuses to talk about, I get the feeling she performed the same service for you seven months ago. She is strong, but you will need to be stronger.”

That afternoon Dom and Ariadne used the Professor's little red sports car. They drove to a summer home that belonged to one of Sabine's friends. It was an old estate with chestnut trees and well tended gardens. The property was surrounded by tall stonewalls that were hedged with lilac bushes and wisteria about to bloom. The grounds in the back sloped to a small river that meandered into deep old forests. It was a peaceful spot that was unoccupied at this time of year except for the groundskeeper who was leaving for the day.

Dom and Ari had spread out a blanket in the shade of an old beech tree. The day was sunny with a gentle breeze. The scent of spring was in the air.

“You're not eating.” Cobb looked pointedly at the food Ariadne was pushing around her plate.

“Not hungry,” she shrugged. “Why are we doing this? You should be with your children.” Defiance glittered in her eyes when she finally said what had been bothering her since she'd taken Phillipa from his arms. The little girl had been giggling but her lips trembled and her face was still damp from recent tears.

“If you think this morning was easy on me, you're dead wrong.” He glared unsure if her question was about him or her.

“But you left them,” she gasped. “First they lose their mother and you disappear, now just as they are getting their feet back on the ground you...we...you shouldn't be doing this for me. Your children are more important.”

“Yes, I left them after Mal died, but if I hadn't their father would have gone on trial and been sent to prison for killing their mother.” His words were flinty and filled with dark emotions. “I think, given my options, the choice I made left them with fewer emotional scars.”

“But what about now? You and your little family should be at home or off to the Greek Islands, not wasting your time here in Paris.”

“That's bullshit and you know it.” He grasped her upper arms and pulled her closer. “James and Phillipa need to learn to trust that separation doesn’t mean forever, and you need to learn that what we are doing here isn't a waste of time for any of us.”

“No, no, you're wrong.” Anger gave her extra strength as she pulled out of his grip. "It isn't like that. Children need--” She stopped suddenly as panic wound itself around her throat, making it impossible to speak.

“Children need what?” He leaned against the rough bark of the old tree, letting his dark frown add weight to a question that was like ground glass against her already frayed nerves. He'd hit a wall that needed knocking down, but she had to be the one to do it.

“I...I...don't know.” Air whistled with each word as she mentally distanced herself from the issue.

“Come on, Ariadne, you're the woman with all the questions and all the answers, at least you were when you were prying into my life. It’s a bit tougher when the tables are turned, but I never thought I'd see the day when you were a coward.” Each word was a carefully aimed dart and she quivered as they hit their mark.

“A coward?” she gasped. “How dare you!” The air vibrated between them.

“I call 'em like I see 'em.” He never took his eyes off her, calculating the exact moment the dam would burst, sweeping away her caution and setting free the words she guarded so carefully. He hoped this was what Sabine had meant by using emotions to get Ari to dig deeper.

"You're not seeing very clearly." She shook with anger and blinked quickly to keep her eyes from filling with tears. “I've done everything you and Miles wanted me to.” Her voice caught and she took a deep breath to maintain some semblance of control. “Every night I've been terrified of what I'll find as we moved deeper into my mind. Every night I've gotten into bed beside you. Do you have the slightest clue how difficult that's been for me?”

“Ari--” he straightened, trying to interrupt her.

“Shut-up. I'm not through,” she shouted. “Every morning I wake up wanting you and you...you tease and prod to keep me moving downward but could care less. Gotta hand it to you, Cobb, you know how to stay focused. I noticed that the first time around, anything to get the job done, no matter what.

“I'm not a coward you son-of-a-bitch.” She surged to her feet. Tears were running down her face unheeded. “Take your children and get the hell out of my life. Just remember that those kids come first. Your love for them was what drove you seven months ago. They were the reason behind that whole elaborate inception.” Her voice hitched and she stumbled over her words. “Now that you’re home it shouldn’t be any different. Love them...don't ever leave them alone again. It’s the worst thing you could do to them.”

Ariadne turned quickly and ran toward the shadows of the old forest. She hadn't taken more than two steps when strong arms grabbed her from behind, lifting her off her feet. “Let me go, damnit.” She kicked and tried to scratch him but he was too quick for her.

“Stop it. I'm a hell of a lot bigger and stronger than you are,” he warned.

“Go to hell.”

“You forget I've been there and have no plans for a return trip, nor of letting you live any longer than necessary in the one you've constructed.” In seconds she was pinned beneath him on the ground. He could feel her fury and sorrow aimed directly at him. “Will you calm down and listen to me or do I have to make you?” He leaned into her, keeping her trapped and immobile.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispered, spent and unable to look at him.

“Because that’s one hell of an emotional wall back you’ve got there and I want to know what’s on the other side.”

“That's crazy. You're just angry because I said you were wrong to send your children off with Miles and Sabine.”

“Nope, try again.” He was deliberately cocky, pricking at her temper. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing.” She bucked but he remained solidly in place. “Nothing that’s any of your business.”

“It's not good enough.” He knew she was fighting with everything she had to keep from cracking. He needed to push her emotional buttons and not let up. “What happened to the woman who had the guts to jump into limbo to help me get Robert Fischer back? She always told me the truth, exactly when I needed it.” Cobb straddled her hips and kept her wrists pinned while he leaned over and whispered, “She wouldn’t have lost the courage to speak in the middle of a sentence.” He deliberately grazed her neck with his stubble-covered chin, adding desire to her already overloaded emotions.

“Nooooo,” she cried out feeling as if she was being ripped inside out. “It doesn’t have anything to do with what is going on right now,” she gasped.

“Let me be the judge of that. Tell me why you’re so upset about what happened with Phillipa, why you’re so sure that the children should have come with us?”

“Because children need their parents.” Her words came out quick and sharp, catching them both off guard. “I know because mine died when I was fourteen and I still needed them.”

“Ariadne,” Cobb whispered, caught totally by surprise. He moved off her and gripped her shoulders, pulling her up with him, until they were both sitting beside the blanket. He held her close, burying her face against his neck. “I’m so sorry.”

“Please, let me go.” She struggled to get out of his arms but he clung tighter. “This is exactly why I didn’t say anything, why I don’t talk about it anymore. I don't want your pity or anyone else's.”

“Sweetheart, it’s not pity.” He ran one hand through her hair, tipping her face toward his. “It’s understanding.”

“There is nothing to understand, Dom. My parents’ death isn’t the cause of my sleep problems. That was my first thought, too, when I realized things were escalating instead of getting better. If it had been that obvious, I would have dealt with it. I spent enough time in therapy that first year to learn about self-assessment and coping strategies.”

“What happened to them?” he prodded, unwilling to accept her interpretation.

Ariadne’s eyes slipped closed. She’d been dreading the question. “I’d already left for boarding school in Lyon. They were in New York. It was...ah...sudden and unexpected but the outcome would have been the same, even if I hadn’t been out of the country. I would have been in school, safe when…when…they died.” It was the upper layer of truth and all she could manage at the time.

He watched her carefully as she chose each word with precision. Ari was leaving out some important detail. Cobb was unsure if it was deliberate or not.

“Well that explains why you keep people at a distance. A loss like that, especially a sudden one at a young age...” He shook his head and caressed her cheek. “If someone can’t get close, then he or she can’t hurt you. I’m trying to teach James and Phillipa to trust again so they won’t end up with that problem. They know I love them. Now they just need time to relearn what they used to know, that I’ll always be there for them.”

“They’re lucky to have you,” her voice was husky from tears. “I was wrong about this morning. I wasn’t thinking straight or I would have realized what you were doing.”

“Someone should have done it for you.”

“There was really only my grandmother, and she had all she could do to keep herself afloat emotionally. Losing daddy almost killed her, as it was she only outlived her son by about six months. I was better off staying where I was, therapy three times a week, demanding classes and new surroundings. I was somewhere that I had never been with them. It helped…no old memories to fight…no trying to live in the past.”

Cobb was filled with certainty that her honest approach to memories of her parents had made her the perfect person to see what he’d been doing, and to help him when he stumbled on his was back into the real world.

“Ariadne, you aren’t alone anymore.” He felt her muscles tighten against his and he refused to let her look away. “You said earlier that it was hard for you to get in bed with me each night. If it’s because you’re afraid of letting me in, I’ll remind you that we’ve already covered that.” Just as she’d challenged him on his weaknesses he would do the same for her.

“I realize that,” her voice cracked and she pressed her fingertips against her lips. “That’s why it’s so difficult for me. I’m afraid because you got in somehow and I’m left defenseless.” Ari turned her face against Dom’s and caressed his cheek with hers. “I never realized sleeping beside a person was such an intimate thing, almost like making lov---” she whispered as she covered his mouth with hers.

Ariadne gasped as he took control. What had started out as a gentle kiss on her part became much more. She felt like she was being pulled under by the waves in limbo, with only Dom Cobb to hold onto and keep her from drowning. But this time they were both caught in the current and she didn’t care. She was surrounded by his scent and feel, all of him. He made her forget caution, common sense, and what still lay before them.

His lips parted as he pulled her hard against him. A deep moan filled the air, his…hers…both of them…Cobb was past caring. He tangled his hand in her hair, cupping the back of her head, and tipping her face so his tongue could dive deeper, learning the recesses of her warm wet mouth. She tasted of ginger tea and honey and Dom didn’t think he’d ever be able to drink his fill. His hand slid under her jacket and tank, along the smooth, familiar skin of her back.

She sighed his name, wanting more, wanting his touch everywhere but unsure how to ask for it. When his fingers moved over her stomach and up, delving into her bra and pulling her left breast free, her body responded and asking was forgotten. Ari’s tongue danced with his. Her hips rocked to the beat of the blood pounding in her ears. When his thumbnail grazed her nipple, a shock went through her that caused every muscle to tighten with need.

“Ohhhh,” she cried out and pushed her breast tighter into his palm. Her fingers dug into his back and tugged at his shirt needing to feel his skin.

“Jesus, Ariadne.” He took gasping breaths and would have pulled his hand out from under her shirt if she hadn’t quickly gripped his wrist and held it tightly in place.

“Don’t stop,” she huffed. Her mouth trailed over his until she found his bottom lip and sucked gently until she was rewarded by his grip tightening on her breast.

“I have to.” Dom wrapped one arm around her shoulders and rolled them to the blanket. “You like it when I do this, Tiger?” His eyes shot blue fire as he watched her body quiver when he stroked her nipple one last time.

All she could do was nod in response.

“You shouldn’t let me know that, at least not yet.” It took all his willpower to keep from pulling up her tank and watching as he touched her again. Instead he kissed her temple and slid her bra back into place, never once getting to see the warm flesh his hand had explored.

“Why did you stop?” Ariadne glared at him. Every inch of her skin prickled with the need to touch or be touched by him. He appeared calm and collected as he rolled away from her to dig for something buried at the bottom of their picnic basket.

“Here, drink this.” He helped her sit up and handed her the small cup that was the top of the Thermos, which held their coffee. “But you’ve got to share. That’s all we’ve got.”

“Dom?” She looked at him with pleading eyes, ignoring the offered drink. That’s when she noticed that his hand shook slightly and the muscles around his mouth were tight and grim. “I’m sorry, the question wasn’t fair and neither was the kiss. I didn’t mean…things just got out of hand.” She took the coffee and inhaled its delicious fragrance to hide her confusion.

“Or maybe in hand would be a better way of saying it.” He could still feel the imprint of her breast warm against his palm.

“Don’t make jokes.” Her emotions were swinging in all directions, the tight grip she had on her coffee was all that kept her from flying apart.

“Ariadne, you’re safe. I won’t take advantage again. Tonight will be just like any other night.” It was a promise he was making to both of them.

“I know you’d never deliberately hurt me.” She scooted closer and handed him the cup to prove to herself that she could let go of it and not shatter.

“Yeah, but the accidents can be a bitch. You test my restraint badly. I was hardly gentle…” He nodded toward the edge of the blanket where they’d been locked in a frantic embrace moments earlier. In an effort to calm his jangled nerves he sipped the coffee, trying not to remember how the simple touch of her lips on his had caused him to blow though his self-imposed limits. “You’re a tiny thing, small boned and slim.”

“I’m not talking about the physical.” She smiled sadly.

“Damnit, I am.” He glared, his eyes sparking. “Your experience is…limited. I could lose control…I did lose control. You deserve better.”

“You can say it.” She started defensively but gave up. “I’ve never let anyone get that close before. It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters.” He brushed her hair behind her ear, needing to know that he could touch her and pull back.

“No, Dom it doesn’t. I’ve wanted you since we first met but wanting isn’t enough. If it were, we would have finished this back in the warehouse, two days ago. I would have seen to it.” She looked at him with sad eyes, knowing she was asking for more than he could give. The pain he caused her couldn’t be prevented, because his emotions were still tied to the past. “What has me so frightened is that you’re inside my defenses. Months ago I recognized a kindred soul and the better I got to know you, the more I cared. There was no keeping that out and it isn't your fault.”

“You talk as if I don't care.” He held out the cup for her to drink the last of the coffee. "How can you doubt how much you mean to me?"

“You can’t possibly know what you feel. You’ve hardly come to terms with your wife’s death.” It was the shield she’d hidden behind for months, the thing that had kept her from hopping a plane to LA and demanding entrance into his life.

“Ariadne your lack of experience is showing. I’m a guy and my sex is known for putting desire before emotions.” He smiled gently. “If I didn’t care, I would have had you bent over a worktable, up against a wall, or even in one of those uncomfortable lounge chairs on any number of our late nights alone in the warehouse last fall. I wanted you then and it wasn’t the specter of Mal that stopped me. I’m the first one to admit that seven months ago I was confused as hell, but I had enough presence of mind to realize that you were too important to me to simply use like that.”

“You needed me so you could complete the inception and get back to your children.”

“Yeah, that’s what I kept telling myself and anyone who questioned me about you.” He squinted at her, carefully searching and sifting through his memories for the truth. “Ask yourself this, on that night when you showed me your totem, what would you have done if I’d kissed like I did a few minutes ago? Would you have walked out and never come back, or would there have been a very different ending?” It had been a close thing that night. He'd chosen to hide in anger when she had asked him why he couldn't go home.

“You’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?” she challenged.

“I hope so.” He cupped her face with both hands, not letting her look away. “I think that, like my children, you need to trust again. But for you it’s a little different. You need to relearn that caring about someone, loving someone, doesn’t automatically mean that person is going to leave you.”

“I trust you,” she gasped. Had she heard him correctly, more importantly had she understood him correctly?

“You think you do and that’s a start.” He turned away and began packing up the remains of their picnic.

“This whole afternoon was an act? You were digging for information?” Realization dawned and it hurt.

“The argument part, yeah. I needed you angry enough that you’d open up.”

“Why didn’t you simply ask?”

“Would you have told me if I had?” He reached for her hand and held it lightly between both of his.

“I… I like to believe I would have but...no, I don’t think so.” Her fingers twitched against his skin.

“That’s what I thought.” He turned her hand over and traced the fine slim bones of her wrist with his thumb. “That’s why I did it, but I’ll be damned if I’ll apologize when it caused you to kiss me like that.”

“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “We both know who had control of that.” Ariadne’s fingers curled between his.

“I may have taken control but you started it.” His eyes glittered at the memory and he slid his hands slowly up her neck into her hair, while stepping closer. “It’s something for you to keep in mind.”

“I...I’m sorry,” she whispered, trapped by his gaze, his touch and his scent. “But you make me feel things...” Ariadne’s words trembled as she leaned against him, his breathe warm on her face. “You do the strangest things to me.”

“And I plan to do many, many more for a very long time.” He felt a shudder run through her body as she realized what he was saying.

“You don’t play fair,” she accused when he wrapped his arms around her.

“I never said I did, Tiger.” His breathing was as ragged as hers. “But with you I’ll try, at least until we get your sleep problems figured out. You already know what happens then.”

“This isn’t a good idea.” She pushed against his chest, knowing it was wiser to put some distance between them.

“Shhhh. It’s an excellent idea. Think of it as practice for tonight.” His hot caramel voice ran over her skin and she gave up any pretense of wanting to be set free. “Just hold on tight. The adrenalin storm will pass soon enough.”

They stood under the large beech tree, arms wrapped around each other and bodies pressed close, while time and the spring breeze cooled their blood and made need less immediate.

To Ch 13 - The Undiscovered Country Pt. VI



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The moving finger writes: and having writ Moves on. nor all your piety nor wit Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all your tears wash out a word of it...The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

If I quiet the voices in my head, I would face the day with nothing to write. - Unknown

I must go down to the seas again the lonely sea and sky...J Masefield

Cinderella walked on broken glass,
Sleeping beauty let a whole lifetime pass.
Belle fell in love with a hideous beast,
Jasmine married a common thief.
Ariel walked on land for love and life,
Snow white barely escaped a knife.
It was all about blood, sweat, and tears.
Because love means facing your biggest fears

The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of...French Proverb

I have drempt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after. They've gone through me like wine through water and altered the colour of my mind ...E. Bronte

To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage...Lao Tzu

It takes chaos to give birth to a dancing star ..F. Nietzsche

How many loved your moments of glad grace, and loved your beauty with love false or true? But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, and loved the sorrows of your changing face...Yeats

Let us go, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky...T. S. Eliot

In that book which is my memory, on the first page of the chapter, that is the day when I first met you, appears the words, "here begins a new life".
La Vita Nuova

Midnight courage of the heart...Jen Kirkwood

The three o-clock in the morning courage which Bonaparte thought was the rarest...Thoreau

Did you say it? I love you; I don't ever want to live without you; you changed my life. Did you say it?
Make a plan, set a goal, work toward it, but every now and then, look around, drink it in, 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow. - Meredith Grey

Shakespeare is easy, life is hard...Wheels

Don't try to be a great man, just be a man. Let history make up its own mind...Z.Cochron

I had a job to do and I was unafraid...Jack to John Creighton

For I dipt into the future, as far as the human eye could see. Saw the vision of the world, and the wonders that can be...RWW Hipwell

Without diviation from the norm, progress is impossible...F. Zappa

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea, In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, and sang to a small guitar...E Lear

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon and blow, Blow him again to me;... Tennison

Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn... Keats

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