"Well, if you're married -- your husband is a very funny man and I don't know why he's so scared of Sidhe folk -- then what my sisters say must not be true." This realization seems to be a great relief to her. "I'll return to Munster and tell them what a bunch of liars they are!" Caoimhe grins.
She's about to launch into another round of questions, when Lugh strolls over and scoops her up with one big arm. "That's enough interrogating of the lady, wee one. You'd talk enough to wear the hills down, you would!"
Amd with a grin for Winter Mist, he transfers Caoimhe to his shoulder and moves off into the crowd.
"Well, nobody can call me short now!" the little girl laughs from her high perch. "Hey, there's Ciaran!"
"And look who he's got with him. Ole Silver Arm, himself. Didn't think he was one for going out and having fun. You know, Caoimhe, King Nuada was having terible trouble with the Formorians long ago. So I had to step in and take care of everything..."
"Hey! I heard that, you musclebound blond braggart!" snorts Nuada.
"Well, if you're married..."
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