Johnny Was Sobbing In Shuddering Gasps, Telling

My Daughter," I Said Blankly. "i See. Correct Me If I Am Wrong, But I Thought It Took A Man, As Well As A Woman, To Make A Child. Is This Infant's Father To Be A Crab, Or A Seagull Maybe? Or Were You Planning To Shipwreck Some Likely Sailor On My Doorstep, So I Can Make Convenient Use Of Him?

She Had Sacrificed Her Childhood To Save Her Brothers; She Loved Her Family Above All Else, And Her Spirits Yearned To Return Home Once More, To The Wild Forest And The Land Of Mystic Tales And Ancient Spirits Whence He Had Taken Her. That Was The Place Of Her Heart, And If He Loved Her, He Must Let Her Go.

There Is No Truth On This Island Of Yours. Rather, There Are As Many Truths As There Are Stars In The Sky; And Every One Of Them Different.

Bran Held His Voice Leve. "in Time,you Will Regret These Words. You May Hold Me Captive Now, And Believe Me Helpless. But Each Foulword You Speak Of Her Brings Your Death A Little Closer." --bran To Eamonn

After A While, Footsteps Sounded On The Flagstones Outside And There Was A Gentle Tap At The Door. Of Course, One Of Them Would Come. So Close Were We, The Seven Of Us, That No Childhood Injury Went Unnoticed, No Slight, Real Or Imagined, Went Unaddressed, No Hurt Was Endured Without Comfort.