Comhroinn Fuaime

And from the canoe in which I once resided, my stick still glued onto the palm of my hand. The King himself had guarded and protected me while he carried me back to a carriage, setting me beside him securely. As we galloped and rode further I dropped down and sat on the floor of the carriage, wrap…

And from the canoe in which I once resided, my stick still glued onto the palm of my hand. The King himself had guarded and protected me while he carried me back to a carriage, setting me beside him securely. As we galloped and rode further I dropped down and sat on the floor of the carriage, wrapped in a borrowed cloth. The wind bit my skin. And the fleece laid across my lap like a puzzle. I watched the soldiers, memorized the way their backs stayed stiff on their horses, even while being in t