The Sentinels the moonlight it was dancing, on the waves, out on the sea

her protests were answered by Something. while she was uncertain if it was The Giver—the most bountiful of beings—she felt that it must be, for The Giver seemed to be most kind, comparable only to one other who did not give as The Giver did, but did so in a different way that would become no less adored. whatever pain there was disappeared to nothing at all, and she quieted, only now emitting a quiet, hesitant mewl of gratitude (which she felt must be given). and then deirdre was truly silent as her mind worked between the difference of tiredness and hunger, and which of those she was at present.