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The Dream Of A Dream

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Slipping back into her dream, she was no longer in the church. Dream Fianna had just reached the market in the village square with her sisters and the cart. Scouring the marketplace for the shawl maker, the girls were approached by a middle-aged woman leading a bedraggled nag attached to a cart stacked with knitted goods. Laboriously, the lady plodded along, dragging her left leg. Dream Fianna smiled shyly at the woman. This wasn’t part of the lesson, Fianna told them. I never met this woman in the VRC. Dream Fianna turned. “You should have. You missed the witch thing. This is part of what you need to understand.” “See what exquisite wares fill my cart,” she crooned in a grandmotherly voice, enticing the girls to step closer. From …show more content…

Margaret’s told us the maker of these shawls was a young woman named Erin.” The old woman shifted her weight. Her terse smile drew down the corners of her mouth again, creating lines of wrinkles that edged around her neck and drooped into her blouse. “No, lassie, there is only one maker of knotted shawls such as these.” Her gnarled hands, too worn and creased for a person with a middle-aged face and chestnut hair sparsely streaked with silver, smoothed the stack of shawls lovingly. She moved in front of Fianna, her back to the other girls, blocking Fianna’s view of the market square. For a few seconds, Mistress Tooley’s face morphed into that of a scraggy ancient hag with long gray hair. She looked nothing like a pudgy-faced woman. Apologetically Dream Fianna tried to ease the tension. “Maybe there are others who knit the same pattern.” “It is a sad day when a child takes not the word of an elder. You should be asking forgiveness of the good Father in confession for your rudeness. As you are strangers here, I see that I must tell you the truth. I am the shawl maker’s mam. Unfortunately, she took ill this very morn so I find myself at the market today. After all, the rents must be paid and we need food for the table.” Ashamed that she had the bad manners to challenge an adult, Dream Fianna found the perfect spot to focus her downcast eyes, the toes of her shoes. “I’m sorry if I was rude, Mistress Tooley, it’s just that I’m in such a hurry to find

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