“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?”

“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."Oh you two are impossible."Enna laughed. "This coming from the girl who calls her husband 'sweet little bunny boy'?"Isi blushed. "That was just once.”

“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.”

“The to Cathal was battered and only one wagon wide, with swells of hard earth where mud had frozen during cold ad rainy seasons. Enna tripped often, and cursed each time she tripped, until Dasha said, "Enna, you might watch your language." Enna grimaced. "I was. You should hear my thoughts.”

“It was a pleasure, Enna, Finn, tree rat.""Did she just call you tree rat?”

“Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?”