\u201cWhere do you think she is?\u201d I asked as I waited outside his bunk while he gathered up his staff and his satchel of herbs.<\/p>\n
\u201cSif?\u201d He shook his head. \u201cProbably by the barrow. She\u2019s been spending a lot of time out there lately looking for wisdom that she\u2019s not going to find among the dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you told her that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the point?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think you\u2019re the only one she\u2019ll listen to.\u201d<\/p>\n
He snorted humorlessly as he shouldered his bag and motioned me back out into the corridor. \u201cNot bloody likely, le\u00e1nnan<\/em>. She\u2019ll listen to you, I\u2019m thinking. Probably your brother, too. She had great respect for\u2014well.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor Brigh\u00edd and Ciar,\u201d I surmised, stepping out into the shadows and heading for the bunk I shared with Thom. \u201cShe knows we\u2019re not them, right?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d Phelan said as he trailed behind me. \u201cBut at the same time, the souls are the same\u2014just bigger, older. You know that as well as I do.\u201d<\/p>\n I exhaled. He was right, of course\u2014I knew full well he was, just as well as I knew that I shared the same soul as a chieftain that had united half of ancient Ireland against enemies forgotten by time in an era that was lost to history, and that Matt shared his soul with her brother, the man once known as the Ridden Druid. Ciar of the Imbolg had been the only other man to ever leave the Wild Hunt and live to tell the tale before Seamus was freed from their service.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat I don\u2019t understand is why<\/em>,\u201d I said, shouldering open my door.<\/p>\n Phelan shrugged. \u201cAsk her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe won\u2019t answer.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe she will eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n I snorted humorlessly, picking up my bow and my quiver of arrows. Phelan and Neve had made them for me while he was recuperating from the last round of attacks against him, keeping a promise he\u2019d made months ago.<\/p>\n \u201cI still owe you a spear,\u201d he said after a moment of watching me.<\/p>\n I smirked. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t know what to do with it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019d be bloody well surprised,\u201d he said, straightening from his lean. \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cWhere do you think she is?\u201d I asked as I waited outside his bunk while he gathered up his staff and his satchel of herbs. \u201cSif?\u201d He shook his head. \u201cProbably by the barrow. She\u2019s been spending a lot of … Continue reading