'Cause she's a cruel mistress
And a bargain must be made
And a bargain must be made
With Maea placated for now, Liam was content to resume the search, ranging out over the estuary and even going so far as to wade through the shallow, briny waters to take a look on several of the small islands. The sun rose higher in the sky and their hunt continued to no avail. By the time they reconvened at the picnic basket, Maea was looking the worse for wear, and Liam wasn’t much better. He was damp up to his chest after misjudging the last pond he’d tried to walk through, and a bit of mud was smeared on one cheek.
He settled down next to Maea without complaint, digging in the basket for a flask of water and taking a healthy swallow before answering. ”Maybe the one I saw was a figment of my imagination,” he agreed. He reached into the basket and began to lay out a few selections: grapes, bread, cheese, and even a small jar of blackberry jam. ”You know, I think I saw some poppies somewhere. You think those might do the trick?”
He settled down next to Maea without complaint, digging in the basket for a flask of water and taking a healthy swallow before answering. ”Maybe the one I saw was a figment of my imagination,” he agreed. He reached into the basket and began to lay out a few selections: grapes, bread, cheese, and even a small jar of blackberry jam. ”You know, I think I saw some poppies somewhere. You think those might do the trick?”
But oh, my love, don't forget me
When I let the water take me
When I let the water take me
Liam
