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mireille slept, in and out as that of a new mother. when they stirred, she did also, and in this time stopped.
her eyes were bleary as she heard val's tread on the hard ground of the tangle's floor; and then a smile, for though she had told him never to ask, there was nothing — surely — wrong with his presence here now.
let her babes know him now and early.
but his face was drawn, and such a pall hung around him that mireille's smile fell. "what has happened?" she implored him in a low voice, urging him closer as she was not yet ready to leave her den.