Hideaway Strath before the song dies

Lotte watched with panic in her eyes as Eirlys seemed to respond to the honey treatment, gradually at first, then with more gusto. Her tiny mouth began sucking hard at the poor wisewoman’s toe. “It is working,” Lotte breathed, marveling at the change in her listless child. Then, as if surprised at the sweet flavor, Eirlys jerked her little head up — and when she did, both of her eyes popped open for the very first time, thin slivers of blue making a sudden and unexpected appearance. “My snowdrop,” crooned the young mother, smiling through her tears as she bathed the bewildered little face. “Stay with me. Please stay with me.”