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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:20 pm
When the princesses, now grown from girls to women, went to their father for his advice, he cried in his throne, begging them to leave, "Brighid, Morrigan, my beautiful daughters, leave my sight to mourn our martyrs, your mother I see when I look for your faces, so step from here over a thousand paces."
"Father, our father, our words you must heed, the time has come to carry through with this deed! Our people are tired and their souls are weak, please lift from this time most bleak!"
"Father, our father, we love you true, but tell us please, the queen is who?"
"Shall we do battle to settle the score?"
"We can not put them through death once more!"
"My daughters, I fear that I do not know! I can not decide, my mind is like the frightened doe! I can not say it at this time, for my words, I fear, are short of rhyme. Come again in six days' time and let us see what I shall find."
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 9:35 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 8:07 am
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