The Sentinels a voice from down the ages, so in haunting in its song

the old song in which he sang put her in something of a trance; she did not even notice, fully, that she was turning. and she was still in his safe embrace; her open eyes only saw the darkness of his furs, but that darkness was what she had known. when he removed himself, the light that came was near blinding. she let out a frail whimper, astounded and pained by the new brightness that assaulted her sensitive eyes. 

she could not hear his suggestions; the tiny witch thrust her face into whatever part of him was nearest to her, so that she might hide her eyes there a little while longer. deirdre was kept quiet only for both her father and her sisters contact; if not for them, surely her cries would be endless in this moment! but she was mute, a good sign despite her quavering body. and at length, as he encouraged, deirdre seemed to lift her head a little bit so that a single blue eye could catch the world in its watery lens, where nothing was clear.