Nuala is patient.

The simple fact that the Deepmoor repels each attack as though it were of no particular consequence hasn't yet ended the war; Nuala calls it a child's wounded pride and she is patient, sitting at her spinning wheel while she listens to reports and makes the decisions about day to day governance that are coming easier ( Read more... )

Deep within the Deepmoor's autumn castle, Nuala sleeps and dreams; separated from her brother by battlefields and duties, even her dreams aren't untouched by the clash of steel and fire in their blood, and her slumber is restlessly disturbed. In the morning she will have so much to do, and in the meantime she shares in Nuada's aches and somewhere ( Read more... )

( the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions. )

[ This is going up a little preemptively so I can be sure it's done before I go. ]

( Addressed to Luke Skywalker. )