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141 " Sometimes she swung a stick sword: she had learnt long since that it made him happy for her to pretend to be Branwen the Bold, just as it made her happy for him to be still when she was watching and listening. "
― Nicola Griffith , Hild
142 " Hidden in the leafy canopy, sometimes she stayed so still and quiet even the birds forgot she was there. "
143 " All she heard was a blackbird, far away, and the burble of the spring. She wondered where the water came from. She wondered this in British, the language of wild and secret places. "
144 " A sword given to his hand by a king: a shield and a path. "
145 " A gift. From a king. To her as the light of the world. What should she do? "
146 " Autumn blew, leaves fell, flames flickered, and song turned to war. "
147 " The shadows around her loomed longer and darker. She didn’t know what her light was. "
148 " She leaned back, the very picture of ease and Anglisc wealth with her smooth honey hair, fine-draped dress, and gold winking at throat and wrist. "