Word Count: 60,008
Summary of Events:
Chapter 19:
Adaire got up and dined at the table with Donnchádh and Caoilfíonne — who was convinced that Adaire was O'Enneirey. Saoirse got her apron returned to her by Sgémoíse and discussed her friendship with Gíwllyn with him quite heatedly.
Chapter 20:
Adaire ventured out of Donnchádh and Caoilfíonne's house for the first time and surveyed the travelling market in town, where he was surprised by the quality of the wares offered. Saoirse was approached rather slowly and fearfully, which Saoirse found rather odd . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"Slowly and carefully Saoirse opened it and revealed a simple silver chain holding small silver pendant formed into a complex openwork knot, such as were traditionally used for leather weaving or thick wool weaving for decoration.
Closing the fabric back over the pendant, Saoirse thrust it into her apron pocket and hurried toward the smith. Arriving at the door, Saoirse found only Éoíghán and Gíwllyn's younger brághres working.
"Is Gíwllyn here?" Saoirse asked.
Éoíghán looked up and shook his head.
"Do you know where he would be?" Saoirse asked.
Éoíghán shook his head again.
Saoirse nodded and turned away; she couldn't imagine where to begin looking for Gíwllyn, but then she spied someone climbing over the ridge to head down toward the rí; someone who looked a lot like Gíwllyn.
Quickly Saoirse hurried to the hills and scrambled up as fast as she could; climbing over the ridge, she skillfully manoeuvred down the other side and arrived at the bottom to see Gíwllyn sitting down beside the water with his face in his hands.
Saoirse hesitated a moment before hurrying over to Gíwllyn and wrapping her hands around his neck. She was quite easily able to pry his face from his hands and gently turned it so that he was looking at her.
"Gíwllyn, thank you, it's beautiful," Saoirse said. "You have an incredible talent, I never would've thought that such a thing could be done with metal."
Gíwllyn looked at Saorise as if he was fighting for control over his composure. Gently Saoirse slid her arms around Gíwllyn's neck and brought his head against her chest. Gíwllyn inhaled shakily, his shoulders jumping.
Saoirse didn't really know what to say, she wasn't even sure why Gíwllyn was reacting the way he was, but she hoped that he understood how much she appreciated his gift. It was absolutely beautiful; Saoirse had truly never imagined such a treasure could be made from metal, it wasn't flexible enough, unless it was hot — far too hot to manipulate with one's fingers.
Keeping her one hand gently cradled around Gíwllyn's head, Saoirse reached into her pocket and drew out the cloth and the pendant again. Saoirse looked at it again; it was fine enough to absolutely rob Saoirse of breath even when she'd already seen it once.
Gíwllyn had an incredible talent; she wondered if Éoíghán or Gíwllyn's brághres had seen what he'd made, or if he'd kept it a secret. And if they hadn't seen it, what would their reaction be to it when they saw it?
Saoirse also wondered with nervousness what Sgémoíse would think of it, although she had a feeling that Sgémoíse wouldn't be too terribly pleased with it, being as it was, really, a token of affection from Gíwllyn.
Sighing, Saoirse put the pendant away; she wasn't sure what to do with this situation at all really, she had two men who loved her, and she didn't know which one to choose."
O'Enneirey: oh ehnayeree
Éoíghán: ehooyghohn
brághres: broghres
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