so now we fly ever free
we're free before the thunderstorm
on towards the wilderness, our quest carries on
far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight
deep inside our hearts and all our souls
Days when Siobhan got a break from the shop were rare, if they ever happened. "I'll be back before long," she had reassured her husband, her brother-in-law, son, and Mr. Miller. They could handle the shop for a little while She was just going to go for lunch, but when she entered, seeing the Cauldron so populated, and then there he was. Mr. Jude Wright, the most progressive candidate for Minister she'd heard about, just sitting in the middle of the pub. Part of her wanted to let her husband know — he would be delighted at the thought — but Siobhan knew he was busy. He was always busy during the day, and sometimes in the evening, too. And she didn't have any way to let him know promptly, anyway.

Sorry, my love, but I'll have to handle this one, she thought, picking her way through the crowd towards Mr. Wright — and then she stood before him. "Hello," she greeted, sinking into the seat across from him. "My name is Siobhan Hanrahan, and I'd like to discuss the marriage ban." There. A beginning, blunt but necessary. Were this any other circumstance, perhaps she would have danced around the subject a bit more.