‘There are some truths we are not meant to know,’ he continued but Inteachán began to doze. She was only young and it was late.

‘I really need to tell you …’

Inteachán’s mother put her finger on his lips.

‘We have time enough to speak of these things and many more.’ She smiled. ‘Let her sleep for now. The world and its saving can wait until the morning.’

Inteachán’s father nodded and looked down at the sleeping girl.

‘You’re right, my dear,’ he whispered. ‘The world can wait ‘til morning.’

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