*
…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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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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