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he arrived for his first visit. Kicva had strung it the next day, and by the time he had taken Rhiannon to Dinas Emrys enough of the fabric had been woven to show the design. |
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"It is for Rhiannon's wedding gown," Kicva said, looking past him. "It is packed in the basket." Then she brought her eyes to him and smiled. "I had the weaving of it. Let it be your mother, Simon, who has the cutting and sewing of it. Thus we will share in the decking of the bride." |
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"Will you not come to our wedding, Kicva?" Simon asked anxiously. |
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"Perhaps. That is as the future will decide. But it does not matter. I have seen your joining, and it was good. I am grateful to you, Simon." |
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"And I to you, Kicva, for you madeand I do not mean by breeding onlya daughter that could give meaning to the word woman and to my whole life." |
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