Depart from me as graceful swans
The waters be now your home
Your palace hall is a pearly cave
Its couch the crest of a crystal wave
Your mantle is milk-white foam.
…The four children grew up under Eva’s care, though they slept near their father.
Red-Bove loved them almost as much as Lir and brought them often to his palace where they proved a delight and joy to the Crafty-Ones.
When Eva saw that Lir’s children received such affection from their father, the king, and the whole host of the Crafty-Folk, she began to feel neglected on their account.
A venomous pang of envy entered her heart which festered and grew into a bitter emnity for her sister’s children.
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