Fin. “And you must move there and back quickly.”
“So you’ve already said.”
“It bears repeating. You’ll be tempted to linger—as I would be in your place—to see what else you might find, what else you might learn. The longer you’re there, in his place and in his time, the more chance there is of you leaving some trace, or of him sensing you.”
She placed the pouch in a leather bag, then held up a vial. “Should it go wrong, should he come back before you’re done, this should disable him for a few moments, long enough for you to get back to me, Iona, Boyle in our time. It’s only if there’s no choice.”
She pouched the vial, added it to the bag. Stared down at it as she wished what he needed to do didn’t need to be done. “Don’t risk all for the moment.”
“As all includes you, you can be sure I won’t.”
“Touch nothing of his. Don’t—”
“Branna.” He cupped her face until their eyes met. “We’ve been over it all.”
“Of course. You’re right. And it’s time.” She handed him the bag, went to get her jacket. “Iona and Boyle will be here any minute.”
“When this is done we’ll have a window to look in on him as he too often looks in on us. And we’ll be able to give all the time needed to the poison that will end it.”
“I’m uneasy, that’s the truth.” She didn’t know if it helped to say it, but did know it was foolish, and maybe dangerous, to pretend. “The closer we come to the end of it, and I believe we will end it, there’s a pull and tug in me. It’s more than confidence and doubt. I don’t understand my own feelings, and it makes me uneasy.”
“Be easy about this. If for now, only this.”
She could only try, as there was no room for doubts, and no time to delay as Iona and Boyle pulled up outside.
She picked up a short sword, fixed the sheath to her belt. “Best be prepared,” was all she said as Iona and Boyle came in.
“Connor and Meara are on their way.”
“Then we’d best be on ours.” Branna reached for Fin’s hand, then Boyle’s. When Iona took Boyle’s other hand, they flew.
Through the cool and the damp, through the wind and over the trees, across the river, then the lake with the castle of Ashford shining behind them.
They landed softly, in a stand of trees, in a place she didn’t recognize.
“Here?”
“It’s where I lost him. It’s been hundreds of years since Midor and his cave,” Fin pointed out. “Some houses not far, some roads, but as with Sorcha’s cabin, I think the place where Cabhan was made will remain, in some form.”
“There’s a quiet here.” Eyes watchful, Boyle studied the lay of the land. “A kind of hard hush.”
Feeling the same, Fin nodded. “We’re a superstitious breed, we Irish, and wise enough to build around a faerie hill without disturbing it, to leave a stone dance where it stands. And to keep back from a place where the dark still thrums.”
He glanced over at Boyle. “We agreed to stay together, but it’s fact we’d cover more ground if we split up.”
“Together,” Branna said firmly, as she’d expected him to suggest it. “And if the dark still thrums?” She drew out a wand with a tip of glass-clear crystal. “The light will find it.”
“I don’t recall that being in the plan.”
“Best to be prepared,” she repeated. She lifted her wand to the sky until the tip pulsed light. And watched Merlin circle above them.
“Between my wand and your hawk, we should find the lair. It pulls north.”
“Then we go north.” Boyle took Iona’s hand in his again, and the four of them headed north.
• • •
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RIVER CONNOR AND MEARA walked in the woods. He’d linked with Roibeard, who swooped through the trees, and with Merlin, who watched the rest of the circle travel another wood.
“It’s a pleasure to finally have some time to go hawking with you. It’s been too long since we just took an hour for it.”
“I need to practice more,” Meara responded, easy and casual, though her throat was dry. “So I’m full ready when we add the package.”
“We could’ve come on horseback.”
“This will do.” She lifted a gloved arm for Roibeard, and though the hawking was a ploy, enjoyed having him.
“Would you want a hawk of your own?” Connor asked her.
She glanced at him in genuine surprise. “I’ve