"No." Calvin did look back, then, as the water ran, the scent rising, pleasant and heavy between them. "What he had here was certainly better." He regarded the master for a moment, but turned back toward the tub when his eyes threatened to wander where they shouldn't have.
He let a moment of silence pass, then said, "There's a word in Aurellian. Ceregywn. It's... not translatable by any single Clovennian equivalent, but I suppose the literal translation would be... 'holy-love.' Or perhaps... 'love-ordained-by-the-gods.' It's used to describe a love that is... like that of Caxton and Aaron. An eternal love that transcends through lifetimes. That's what I believe he and Robor Morgan had here, sir. And it's... irreplaceable."