"I hardly think you can say that my sweet one. I seem to recall you convincing Cook that for your fifth birthday I had said you could eat all the medovik you wanted before dinner, and you could hardly sleep for crying."
(Only 11pm on Day 1 in my time zone here right now)
Michael returned home to find Sean sitting by the window playing a slow melancholy version of “Castle Kelly” while Frannie marched the living room, two pennywhistles jammed in her mouth, off-kilter D and C dissonating.
GARUHK: You’re the daughter of Dear Henry, rebel bandit king, scourge of the rich, powerful, and corrupt. Your father was a symbol of hope in dark times. I won’t make you become that. You’re your own person. You can decide whether you want to fight back like your father did, avenge your father and uncle, save your mother, or run away and make your own quiet life far from here. Wherever you want to go, I’ll be at your side.
He started with the typical boom chuck pattern that all old-time fiddlers have at their core, but as the tune repeated he spiced it up: hitting only the dominant notes, picking out the offbeats with a hint of syncopation, varying in time to Jodi’s whims.
"If I can have your attention, please," the female lieutenant said. "What we know is that five of the fifteen ships are currently heading for Earth at a high velocity, and they are escorted by a hundred smaller ships. As we don't know their capability, we have no information on when they will arrive, but an attack may be imminent."