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“How about you let go of me first?” You respond, smiling and raising your eyebrows expectantly.

The large man slowly releases his grip on your lapels. His demeanor softens, and he steps back.

“For feck's sake, Micajah. Let him be.” A woman teases as she walks around the corner, her long dress flowing around her. She smooths her long brown hair away from her face and smiles at you, and pulls her shawl tightly around her shoulders. “He's not so bad for a Half Breed, Aidan--just anxious. Can't say I blame him. Nan's none too happy with us for taking the vardo. Once the rest of the family catches up with us, we're gonna get a lashing, unless you know something new.”

“You said there was someone coming for us.” The large man's face quickly moves from frustration to fear, and he looks to you for succor.

“Don't rush him, Micajah.”

“But, Roisin--”

“Cage. Shut it.” Her voice is firm and fearless, softening as she turns to you. “What do you remember from the dream, Aidan?”

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(Image from Biblioteca de Arte-Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian of Lucie de Souza Cardoso,
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