CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Shining disparate eyes below chestnut curls
Inquisitive spirit and skin the color of pearls
Ten fat fingers and toes
Where he came from no one knows
There is a protection around that boy
Perhaps a spell someone cast in their joy
—Strange Boy; author unknown
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hiannon sat in a pale finger of moonlight as it shone through the huge windows in the nursery. She sat in a rocking chair mindlessly rocking back and forth holding Tristan in her arms. It was late, and the twins were both fast asleep, but Rhiannon did not want to leave them. Her traitorous mind kept reliving that disastrous night at the Sudsy Dog Inn. She kept seeing that little boy’s shining face looking up at her with Flath’s eyes.
They had left in haste that night without even an explanation. Let Flath a
