Brendan carefully embraced Deirdre and rested.

The next day, nearing noon, Deirdre still hadn't woken up.

The rain continued to pour, and the raging wind rustled the leaves. It was noon, yet the lighting was even darker than at dusk.

Brendan's unease grew inexplicably. This storm couldn't have come at a worse time.

Taking advantage of Deirdre's continued sleep, he put on a jacket and went outside. On his way to the dining hall, he heard a guest causing a commotion.

As he passed by, the gues