Aed sees the unspeakable
Aed had clanked the bolt, scuffed his boots, and coughed into his sleeve, but Gaethine was fast asleep. So much for coming home a day early.
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Stein takes up another thread
A hundred times before Stein must have come down this corridor to find Solveig at her loom. But tonight, something about the candlelight flickering through the warp threads gave him pause.
Lasrua learns what sort of heart she has
There had to be a mistake. Aengus had warned her that his Uncle Oenucan was as bad-tempered as a bag of weasels, but this man’s seething hostility did not seem a matter for jokes.
“Who do you think you are,” the man asked in a low growl, “a-walking into my house in the dark of night and making yourselves at home?”
Paul considers the season
Paul tried to creep silently out of the bed, but it seemed as if Cat had grown elf ears since the baby’s birth. Now she woke at the merest whimper, and she could hear the baby squirming in her swaddling from all the way across the room. Perhaps farther, since she and Una had never yet been separated by a greater distance than that.
Certainly there was no hope for a big elf rustling over the mattress right next to her.
Vash turns to stone
By the time Vash had realized where they were headed, it was too late to subtly alter their course. He’d been so grateful Iylaine was wandering towards her own house that he’d forgotten their path would come square up against this wall. He’d forgotten this old farm.
Vash and Iylaine cover untrodden ground
There was a shepherd amongst the sheep, perhaps tending a late-born lamb. Vash stopped at a distance and watched the hunkered silhouette rise to its feet.
The ladies answer according to their own hearts
The hush that fell was sudden and complete. Every pair of ears strained to hear who was coming into the manor house, as if they were all elves in that room, though of course only Paul could have heard more than the great door’s slam.
Perhaps Benedict could, too, but if Benedict had noticed his father’s disappearance, he had not made a fuss about it. Certainly he made no reaction to his father’s possible return now.
Sigefrith salvages his Monday morning
Sigefrith stared helplessly across a table that was crowded with the affairs of business and breakfast alike. “Is nothing sacred in these degenerate times?” he whimpered. “Monday morning, runt! Monday morning!”
Lasrua reveals her feelings
“The light!” Aengus croaked. “Get the light! Feels like you’re reaming out my eye sockets with a… a…”
Visions of everything that burned and scratched paraded through his pounding head. Stinging nettles… sizzling pine torches… besom brooms…
“…a hedgehog’s bum,” he whimpered piteously as he sank back into blessed unconsciousness.
Paul regains what he had not lost
Paul’s father greeted him with an excruciating silence. And it wasn’t fair. His father could stare at him, glare at him, or ignore him, as he chose. Paul could not see.
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