The Sentinels after delacroix

deirdre giggled like the girl she was at his words, not understanding the depth and the legitimacy of them--this was but a game to him, was it not? the way that he spoke, the fervor in which he spoke! but then she sucked in a sharp breath; perhaps it was the injury, that made him speak so! he spoke of father, surely her own, taking him away, and she shook her head.

we all love one another here, renoir! donnelaith is the place for it. i love you you, she hummed warmly, i love all of you. my family! she smiled radiantly here, and kept her body upright. she was not the best scaffold, but deirdre could only try. my father would not keep you from me for love; then, he would bar me from all, as i love them. it is natural, for she did love each of donnelaith. her elders were her aunts, her uncles each! and then there was her elder brother and sisters! the newest young ones were of course her cousins, and so this was the logic that came from her lips.

come, you must rest. let us find you a place the tide cannot reach, she encouraged him forward with a coaxing nudge, but did not move away from him in case he could not yet stand surely on all fours.