Birdie sang the next verse loudly, mostly from nerves:
She lifted up his bloody head,
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
And kissed his wounds that were so red,
With a down.
Aru send every gentleman,
Such hawks, such hounds, and...
The words faded and quit. The Crebain looked down on them with unfriendly eyes.
Birdie's shoulder blades twitched. "Not yet," she thought. "Not yet."
[ July 05, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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