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Author: * Igraine Niafer -
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Date: Sep 29, 2007 - 09:56
As I walk toward my cottage I go over the last couple of hours in my head. It has been a productive couple of hours with the wizard’s pronouncement that the Rian is alive, probably held captive in a cave nearby. I picture in my mind the small group of men huddled around our war chief and wonder what they have determined to do. All I know is that I may get some much needed sleep and must be up at dawn, weapons ready, to join the war band on their search for the Rian.
My cottage is not as I left it before Lugh’s feast when I went to Tara. Someone, probably one of the Rian’s handmaids, has been nice enough to leave fresh water in a bowl and some fresh bread, cheese, and apples on my table. I had thought I wanted naught but sleep, but I find I am famished and help myself to the food. After finishing the last of a crisp, red apple, I wash my hands and face in the cool water left for me and shed my outer garments till I am in naught but my chemise. I snuggle under my covers wondering what tomorrow will bring. But it is a brief wonder because sleep overtakes me quickly but gently. Lying near the foot of my cot are my Sidhe sword and shield. Even in sleep, I am ready for war!
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