…So, Deirdru was kept in a place apart
until she was ready for Connavor’s bed.
No one was allowed into her enclosure
save her foster-mother, her foster-father,
and her nurse maid, Leborcham, the satirist.
One winter’s day when Deirdru’s foster-father was busy
skinning a milk-fed calf, outside, to cook it for her, a
raven flew down and drunk up the blood from the snow.
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