Rhiannon readied her speech. The speech she’d given more than once over the years to Éibhear and, when they were much
younger, to her older sons. The one that included things like:
“I’m sure your father didn’t mean that.”
“Of course your father loves you.”
“No. He didn’t try to sell your egg to the highest human bidder.”
“And of course, he never tried to kill you while you slept!
