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"You will be glad, very glad when you see it, and I am sure your mother will approve."
"My mother?" Rhiannon echoed.
"Yes, my love," Alinor laughed. "Be sure to tell Kicva that you have given me the cloth of birds and that I said when I took it that I would put it to the use for which she intended it."
"Butbut how could you know the use? I am not sure that my mother had any special use in mind."
"Then do not bother your head about it. Perhaps your mother will explain. Now it is not important."
Rhiannon was annoyed. She was not a small child about whom adults spoke over her head as if she were not there or could not understand. Yet, without even being in the same country, without ever having met, Alinor acted as if she and Kicva were in complete communication and understanding. Rhiannon could not spoil a gift-giving with sharp words, but she told herself she would surely find out Kicva's intention for that cloth and prove to Alinor that she had guessed wrong.

 
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