And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
- Irish blessing
Long ago, in a land by the sea, there came into the world a boy named Brandon. He was not so unusual to look at, and for a long time no one thought much about him one way or the other, except sometimes to remark how wonderfully well he got along with his sister.
The sister’s name was Branwen, and these two loved each other very much, and they were never apart unless they had to be.
Their father herded sheep on the green grassy hills, and Brandon and Branwen did likewise as soon as they were old enough.
In those days the land had been at war for many years, till the people had almost forgotten what peace was like, and their hearts were heavy and sorrowful.
Now Branwen grew in time to be the most beautiful girl in all the land, and the kindest and gentlest of heart. And Brandon was beyond compare the bravest and strongest of all the young men.