27. THE CHILD AND THE CHARIOT
On the morning of the celebration, Pepin dressed for battle in his own room before he returned to Aoife. As she was rousing, he placed a pile of clothes on the edge of her bed that he had fashioned for her throughout the night. Tired, but enthused, he placed a shower of kisses over Aoife’s face, before pulling her to her feet. “Time to get ready, we’re going to make them all see what I see!” Pepin declared, as if he was readying himself for war. In many ways he was. She was curious about why he was so animated, but appeased him by following his instructions. She raised her arms, while he removed her nighttime tunic, and she couldn’t contain the yawn that forced its way out. Kneeling at her feet, he had her lean on his shoulder blades, as he directed each of her legs into a slightly he
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