nor windy suspiration of forced breath

Even Nera from the Sidhe could not do it; he is not made much of now; our learned one is not the light of our life now he is hidden away from us.

And in a dark and dankish vault at home / There left me and my man, both bound together;

It was wonderful of you to go to such trouble. I want you to know how much it meant to me. / Stop, she waved her hands in front of her eyes, trying to divert the conversation away from the uncomfortable road it was heading down, you're making me all faklempt.