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“But you promised that we would stay together,” Dagmar said.
“We can stay together,” Gytha said, “but you will have to come with me. You can’t possibly expect me to stay here.”
“How can you possibly expect me to go?” Dagmar asked.
“Dagmar, listen to me,” Gytha said. “You will never become a great physician if you won’t come down from our village. Where will you find training? How will you learn more than the midwife can teach you? You must come.”
“I can’t,” Dagmar said, even though when she’d clasped hands with Gytha, she’d fully intended to do just that. “I can’t.”