The Linnet's Wings :Take All My Loves, My Love - Page 112

The Linnet´s Wings My crew will load caskets of pearls, trunks of emeralds, baskets of gold, goblets of silver, panniers of plenty. We’ll stow them in my boat’s belly, my skimmer of Nine Waves, for blessing by our great Sea God. Guarded by my fiercest men, we’ll hold this wealthy one, this golden owner of the key of five provinces of this land. I, Niall of the Nine Hostages, richest man about, genuflect in supplication before the Sea Lord, wealth is mine by his will alone. Kneel before him, all my clan. Compose songs of his deeds, of my glory he foretells in his pledge - my Tenth Hostage. (c) Ann Egan 112