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Weaver's Daughter Five |
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Maire had nae recollection o' lyin down, but sometime later Bow was wakin her, tellin her that they must get up, he must get her home before her Ma began ta fret. She was in his arms, lyin atop his cloak laid over the grass, with her own as a cover o'er them both. She felt as though she were dreamin, dreamin mayhap o' heaven, fer that was how it felt ta be touchin this man, feelin his arms strong and secure around her. Aye, 'twas a dream and she prayed ta God and all the fae that she'd niver wake. |
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I"ve come here so much, Darlin, intendin ta go on with the pages......and then I sit and stare.......fer without MeOwn, tis as though me heart is empty. I cannae write. Mayhap in time, but it has been near a year, and the grief only grows. Leave me some word, Padraic......any word, even if tis farewell, would ease the pain. If ye be in Tir 'n' Og, then i know ye're with yer Amy......and I pray that the two of ye will meet me there when it comes me own turn. In this life, I remain yers, whether ye'll have me or no. TGADM, MeOwn. 4/5/'08 |
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Bow helped her rise, then tucked her cloak around her to ward off the evenin's chill.
"Are ye sure, Maire?" His eyes looked deeply inta hers, and she saw that he was braced for rejection but would give her this chance ta say she'd been swept up in the moment. He would niver put his own wants before hers, and she knew as she looked into his soul that for her, his would come first. In later years she would smile at this memory, for in the effort of each ta put the other first there would be much humor to come. For now, Maire only knew that she was home, truly home, so long as he was near. |
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"I'm sure, Mr. Bowman.......and donnae doubt me words again, if ye please!" Maire hid her emotion behind a teasing look and saucy words. She knew if she didnae, she would dissolve inta tears......tears of joy, but tears nonetheless. She smiled boldly up at this amazing man, holding him with her gaze and her heart, unwilling for this moment to ever end.
Yet Bow was right, the day was fading and she needed to get home Her Ma would worry. And even though she niver wanted this moment ta end, Maire wanted at the same time ta share this joy with the woman ta whom she owed so much. She knew her Ma would rejoice fer her.......Maire had nae yet given thought ta the future, only ta the present joy. |
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