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refused to accept that she
was gone, that I might never set eyes upon her again, feel her, touch her, kiss
her.  It was too painful.  If I accepted such a travesty as that, I might as
well be dead. 
    It cannot turn out as this, not after all we have been
through, how long we have waited to be together.  No, I refuse to believe
that.  We will be reunited.  And as soon as we are, this time I will not
hesitate to carry her away within me arms and make love to her.     
    A couple weeks in, I took to searching the lands surrounding
her parent’s farm, though I did not believe she would have returned there. 
Rather bizarrely, a striking wild red horse took to shadowing me in the
Burren.   Weeks passed and still the mare did follow me.  Though I did think it
quite strange indeed, beyond grateful I was fer the companionship after all the
time I had spent isolated in me searching fer her.
    “So, tell me lass, what do you think?  Where is it we should
be searchin’?” I queried the mare.  “I don’t know why I have the outlandish
feeling that you know where she is.  Maybe ‘tis only the striking resemblance
of your coat to her red hair that has me relating you to her.”
    I swear the horse gazes at me with a sense of
familiarity, possibly even gazed into me eyes too deeply fer an animal.  It has
to be merely me imagination running wild with me, though.  Likely, I am losing
me mind in me distressed state.
    I walked towards the mare and reached out to touch her.  Naturally,
she shied away, as would be expected of a wild horse.  In the moment, I just
thought perhaps it may allow me contact with her.
    However, several days later, I attempted it again.  And this
time, the animal stood there, tall and proud, though its body trembled with
apparent nervousness.  Me hands met her coat and began stroking it.  I was
thrilled that this magnificent animal was allowing me such an honour.  And then
the strangest thing: I felt a vibrational energy surging throughout her body.  It
swiftly became stronger, zapping me and I jerked me hand away, and jumped back.
 
    “What are you?” I probed the creature in awe, a trace
of alarm in me tone.
    Rather bizarrely, each night the mare settled herself upon
the grasses outside me cottage and slept, until daylight surfaced once again. 
Then it would promptly commence to following me about as I set about searching
fer me lost love again. 
    One morning, Aislinn’s father turned up at me door.  “Lad, I
be tellin’ you, if you know what’s best fer you, you’d cease your fruitless
searchin’ fer that lass!  It not be safe with Whitsuntide forthcoming!” he
warned me obligingly.  I presumed he was sent by Missus MacAuliffe, the kind
soul she was. 
    “With all due respect, Mister MacAuliffe, superstitious I am
not, and no intention have I of ceasing me search ‘til I find Aislinn . . .
your daughter,” I informed him firmly.
    “Well, ‘tis your life to waste as you wish, Donovan, but
don’t you be callin’ that sidhe any daughter of mine!” her father
chastised.  Turning away curtly, he climbed back up into his cart and set out
on his way. 

Chapter Five
     

     
     
    F er a moment I just stood there
rather stunned at his audacity.  Reflecting upon the manner in which he spoke
of his own daughter, I shook his head.  Opening the door, I went back inside to
gather me provisions fer the day’s search. 
    When I exited me cottage, me eyes landed upon a sight which although
I had yearned fer it, me mind did not quite grasp.  I halted me step.   Stunned, I gazed out, me jaw falling open, blinking
me eyes repeatedly fer I believed surely they must be deceiving me. 
    It was Aislinn— and entirely nude she was! 
    Aislinn?  No, it cannot be . . .  Otherwise, why would
she be nude?  Surely it must be an illusion of sorts, the lusty fantasies of me
mind emerging to haunt me!  Although, dear God, how well it does recall the
breathtaking flawlessness of her