Firelands-The Beginning in SASS Wire Saloon Posted Tuesday at 11:46 PM Linn Keller 3-3-13 Sarah sat very properly, beside her Mama on one side and beside Mr. Llewellyn on the other, and she held hands with Mr. Llewellyn. She listened with close attention to the sermon, to the announcements; her voice carried, pure and sweet, when she sang, and Mr. Llewellyn's heart was the heart of a singer born and it wept within his breast to hear the beauty of his bride-to-be's throat. Sarah knew her Papa sat two rows back and almost directly behind her, and she knew his green-eyed wife sat with him, and their bright-eyed little girl, and she knew Angela would be trying to sit very still, but at some point her little legs would begin to swing, and she would begin to look around, and her Papa's big, strong hand would settle, gently, carefully on her little pink hand, like a winter-dried leaf floating down on a soft little butterfly, and he would turn his head and regard her with a solemn expression, and then he would wink, and Angela would see the sparkle in his eyes, and she would giggle and lean against her Daddy, and he would pull her up on his lap and she would fall asleep, her head laid back against him and his arms around her waist, her little hands laid on top of his big strong ones. Sarah knew her mother looked over at her occasionally, regarding her with the mixed feelings of any mother who knew her daughter was ripening and maturing and changing and was soon to be a woman grown, and Sarah knew her Mama would have conflicting feelings, but she would still manage to look dignified and she would still be listening attentively to the Parson's words. When the assembled stood and received the benediction and the Parson marched solemnly down the center aisle, Sarah stood, still holding Mr. Llewellyn's hand: in their turn, they filed out of the pew: Sarah hesitated as they came abreast of the Sheriff's pew and Sarah whispered, "I will join you in a moment," and Llewellyn, puzzled, considered and then nodded: she could almost read his thoughts as they scampered across his eyes:I could stay and wait with her. She said she would join me momentarily. She wishes a confidence. I will respect her wish. Esther gave Sarah a knowing look, and turned to stand beside her: the Sheriff raised a questioning brow, but there was some subtle communication between the two: Angela was drowsy in his arms, her head laid over against his collar bone; she opened her eyes far enough to see Sarah and smile, then her eyes closed again, and the Sheriff proceeded with the departing congregation, down the aisle toward the Parson's clutch in back. "Aunt Esther," Sarah murmured, "I would counsel with you." Esther gave Sarah a warm and affectionate look and tilted her head a little. "There are things you must know," she whispered back, "things a woman should know. I have the sword with me." Sarah's face paled and her eyes went wide as she reached out and seized the back of the pew to steady herself.