Condal does as she had done
Condal opened the door immediately after knocking, blushing crimson at her own foolishness. One of the occupants of the room could not speak to bid her enter, and the other would never make another sound.
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Eithne drew back her head and said, “I get bored.”
Cian’s eyes flew open and his flushed cheeks turned pale with dismay.
Dantalion reaches a humbling conclusion
Dantalion knew his wife’s yawns better than her smiles. He had only ever seen her at night, unless it had been during hurried journeys, when he would wake her before dawn and ride until after nightfall, pushing her past exhaustion. He had never seen her wide-awake and rested.
Eithne shatters the shell
Cian suddenly asked, “What’s wrong with my sandwiches?” in a tone that was part grumble and part whine.
Cian passes the test
Cian had the knife in one hand and the loaf of bread in the other, but he was not cutting. It had never yet occurred to Eithne to be afraid of Cian with a knife, but his immobility was unnerving.
Eithne believes the worst
“I’ve seen to the horses,” Eithne ventured softly.
Dantalion grunted. He could not bring himself to tell her that the horses were not truly horses and did not need “seeing to”, but neither could he pretend they were and offer to perform that masculine labor himself. That would have been a lie.
Eithne is brought to her bridal gate
There was no “What is this place, Cian?”—no more than there had been a “Where are you taking me, Cian?”—no more than a “How far is it to ride?” Eithne would have followed him up to the gate of what she thought Hell to be, and she would have followed him inside. But not for love.
Osh is brought beyond such bounds
Osh held his breath and nibbled gently at Flann’s ear with his lips, testing it all the way around its shell-like curve. Her ears were round as an elf’s would be only on the day of her birth, but crisply perfect, like soft baby ears crystallized into a final form.
Liadan sees her saddest light
Liadan thought this a devastating end to what had seemed her happiest day.
Today Mama had been her happiest ever, and moreover she had been fussed over almost as much as Liadan herself. Though Liadan was jealous of Penedict and Sweetdew and Dear Auntie Cat’s belly and everything that was ever fussed over in her presence, she had not been jealous of Mama. It was only right that Mama be loved. Anything that made Mama so happy made Liadan feel very good inside, and that was proof enough of its rightness.
Flann makes the very sound
As soon as Osh had unclasped the first medallion from Flann’s hair, her little shy voice asked, “May I hold it?”
The answer seemed almost absurdly self-evident, and yet Osh was delighted she had asked, for he knew she reserved her little shy voice for his ears alone. Of the rest of the world she made demands.
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