″‘You’re Enna,’ said Ani. ‘That’s somebody.’
Enna smiled. ‘So’s Isi.’
Is she? thought Ani. Then I’d like to be her. I’d like to be somebody.
‘She is, you are,’ said Enna, as though she had heard Ani’s doubt.”
″‘It’s a payback,’ she said, grabbing a cold bean pie. ‘They put colored eggs in one of my chickens’ nests for a week. I poured every medicine I knew down that poor hen’s throat and laid witch-bought charms around her nest until I finally spotted a bit of point on some hay. Devilish, they are.‘”
“Did you love me most when I was drugged and helpless, Sileph? Did you love me when I was so baffled by the king’s-tongue that I actually thought you were a man? You loved a shell, then.”
“And Isi always listened, never told Enna she had been foolish, never said hollow things like ‘You’ll be all right.’ . . . Isi saw Enna’s struggle and her sadness, and she understood.”
“Finn always called it Enna’s Stream. He tended to refer to most anything as belonging to her—Enna’s Meadow, Enna’s Mountain. When he referred to Yasid as Enna’s Kingdom, she said, ‘Isn’t that your heart?’
Finn smiled and kissed her hand. Isi rolled her eyes.”
“He’s just Finn. We’ve been friends too long and I know him too well, you know? And he’s still a boy, Doda. If I ever find a man, he’ll have to be a man, really a man, to handle me”
“She dismounted, grabbed Enna’s hand so tightly that she drew blood with her fingernails, walked straight into the nearest cottage, and plopped down on a bed. Enna nodded to the startled cottage dwellers.
‘It’s the queen, you see,’ said Enna. ‘She’s going to have a baby in your house. You don’t mind?‘”