"Iwould rather carry him myself," Brighid told the Healer for the fifth or sixth time. She was walking beside Liam's makeshift litter that was lashed between two of the domesticated goats. Every time Liam's sleeping body was jolted the Huntress grimaced.
"It is better for his wing if he lies flat and immobile."
Brighid frowned in worry.
"Huntress." Nara touched the centaur's arm gently. "The bleeding has stopped. The boy will recover."
Brighid saw the truth in the Healer's eyes and allowed herself a small measure of relief.
"Brighid!" Cuchulainn's deep voice boomed back at her from his place at the head of the slowly moving column of people.
"You may rest assured that Liam will be well cared for. He will sleep through the night and wake in the morning supremely disappointed that he missed the first meeting with the Guardian Warriors," the Healer said.
Brighid snorted a laugh. "I'll have to remind him that hewas the first meeting with the warriors." Before she left the boy's side she leaned forward and brushed the hair from his face. She didn't know why she did it, she just knew it felt right to touch him - to reassure herself that he was warm and breathing and living.
How could such a small boy cause her such a large amount of worry?
Children...little wonder parents, who were otherwise young and healthy, could appear so haggard and distracted.
She took one last look at Liam before trotting away to join Cuchulainn. She studied the mixture of warriors and children as she wound her way to the front of the group. All around her children chattered endlessly. They had been traveling through the pass escorted by the Guardian Warriors for the past two hours, and the children's questions had not slowed. They were like bright balls of impetuous curiosity wrapped in wings. Brighid thought the sound of their happy voices mixed with the warrior's much less exuberant answers was highly satisfying.
These warriors would not take up arms against the children. Not after marching with them and seeing them as living, breathing individuals.True, she thought, stifling another smile,they might run from him if they came upon a winged child in a dark passageway, but they definitely wouldn't shoot him.
"Brighid!" Cuchulainn called again, gesturing for her to join him.
The Huntress increased her pace, overtaking Cu's gelding easily. Brighid noted with a new wave of amusement that Fagan and Cu had pulled far enough away from the main group that they had outdistanced the questioning children.
"Guardian Castle is just around this next turn. Fagan sent runners ahead to prepare the castle," Cu said.
"Cuchulainn described the unique shelters the hybrids carry with them. The courtyard of Guardian Castle should be a more than adequate place for them to set up camp tonight," Fagan said.
All vestiges of Brighid's humor fled, and she gave the Swordmaster a disdainful look. "Are you so unwilling to allow the New Fomorians into your guest quarters that you would leave children out in the cold?"
Cuchulainn started to answer her, but Fagan's raised hand stopped him. "You misunderstand, Huntress.
Guardian Castle has no luxurious accommodations for guests. We are a military castle. Our sole purpose is the defense of Partholon. I simply thought the children would be more comfortable within their own tents, which they could erect inside the safety and warmth of the inner walls of the castle. My offer of sanctuary was genuine."
"So was the arrow that sliced through Liam's wing," Brighid snapped.
Instead of reacting to Brighid's words with anger, the Swordmaster gave her a long, thoughtful look.
"Your anger is understandable, Huntress," he said. "The children are fortunate to have found such a fierce protector."
Brighid's hard gaze didn't waver. "They are just children, Master Fagan."
"And you are pledged to bring them safely to your Chieftain."
"We are pledged to do so," Cuchulainn said firmly.
"Understood," Fagan said. "No matter what the two of you think, I respect your pledge and the diligence with which you are fulfilling it."
The Swordmaster looked over his shoulder at his warriors who were still marching in formation, even though small groups of talking, laughing, question-asking children were sprinkled throughout their ranks.
Fagan's rough voice rumbled with a dry laugh, which he quickly cleared from his throat.
"When word came that descendants of the Fomorians had survived the war and had been discovered in the Wastelands, I instantly called the Guardian Warriors to high alert," he continued. "Warily, we waited to see if Partholon would need our arms. Then the murderess, Fallon, arrived at our castle." His jaw clenched as he carefully chose his words. "She is quite mad, a vile creature filled with hatred. You know her mate chose to join her in her imprisonment. Keir is not mad, but Fallon has poisoned him. He is a sad, withdrawn creature who cannot be trusted. The two of them were our introduction to what you call the New Fomorians. How could we expect anything except more creatures like the two of them? But these winged children." Fagan lifted his hands and let them fall back to his sides. "Their gentle Healer - "
he shook his head as if in disbelief and wiped a hand across his brow " - and the beautiful winged Shaman." He shook his head again. "We did not expect such as them. I believe Partholon will be just as surprised as my warriors and I have been today."
"No one expected the children, Fagan," Cuchulainn said. "And the adults - they are honorable beings, who only wish to return to the land of their foremothers and live in peace."
"The future should prove - " the old Swordmaster paused as a torrent of giggles erupted from behind them " - interesting."
They followed the curve in the pass and pulled up short as Guardian Castle loomed before them. In the fading light of the setting sun it looked like a great gray ghost. A massive iron gate sealed the pass, and the thick walls of the castle, carved from the mountain itself, blocked the final entrance into Partholon.
"Ooooh! It's so big!" Kyna's exclamation carried easily across the silent crowd. Several of the warriors couldn't help chuckling in response.
"I like the color," another young voice said. "It reminds me of rainy days."
"I don't like rainy days. It would be prettier if someone painted nice pictures on the walls. Maybe flowers and girls," Kyna said, and her idea set loose another avalanche of childish jabbering.
Fagan quickly raised his arm, motioning for the gate guard to lift the iron barrier. His men began ushering the children inside the castle walls.
Once within Guardian Castle, Brighid and Cuchulainn stepped aside, encouraging the children to move between the rows of dark warriors and into the inner courtyard. Fagan took temporary leave of them so that he could gather the other Masters of Arms. Cuchulainn explained to Brighid that Guardian Castle's management was not set up like a typical clan castle. The position of chieftain was divided between the various Masters of Arms, as the castle's function was solely defense and training. Brighid listened to him, but kept a watchful eye on the archers who lined the walls of the castle. She'd felt their oppressive presence the moment she stepped past the iron gate.
"Fagan is trustworthy," Cuchulainn reassured her. "He has offered us sanctuary. He will not break his oath of protection."
"I'm not as worried about Fagan as I am about them." She jerked her chin up at the silent wall of warriors.
"Look more closely. Read their faces."
Brighid shifted her attention from their bows and swords to the warriors' faces, and felt a jolt of surprise.
The men and women of Guardian Castle were staring in unblinking fascination at the children.
"They're intrigued by them," Cuchulainn said under his breath.
"Because they thought they'd be monsters," she retorted defensively.
"Isn't that what we both thought before we knew them?"
The Huntress opened her mouth to deny it, but found she could only snort her displeasure.
"If a jaded Huntress can accept a winged child as her apprentice, perhaps the warriors of Guardian Castle can see more than enemies within them, too," Cu said.
"You sound like your soul is feeling better," she grumbled. She didn't like being reminded of her very public proclamation that had officially made Liam her apprentice. She was sure that was going to come back to bite her.
"I'm better. Not whole, but better." His eyes swept over the crowd. "You didn't ask how I knew to come to you today."
"There hasn't been time. I assumed you weren't far behind us, and you heard me or Liam, and knew something was amiss."
"I did hear you, but only in my head."
"Your head? I don't underst - " But shedid understand. "You were touched by the spirit world. It sent you a premonition."
His lips twisted in the parody of a smile. "More specifically than that, I believe the part of my soul that has been visiting your dreams touched me, and gave me what amounted to a friendly but firm shove down the pass."
Brighid's brow shot up.
"It...he...me." Cuchulainn blew out a hard breath. "Whatever I'm supposed to call thatother part of me, didn't stay. And I don't understand why he didn't. It would have been so much easier if he had. You wouldn't have to make any journeys to the Otherworld, and you could be rid of the burden of being responsible for my spiritual health."
The Huntress shrugged. "It's really not a burden, Cu. Actually I've come to think of it like hunting for unusual prey. I just have to find the absent part of your soul, and then bring it back."
"So you're tracking it?"
The amusement that glittered in his blue-green eyes reminded Brighid of the carefree Cuchulainn who came to her dreams.He's going to heal! She suddenly believed it with a fierce surge of happiness. But it wouldn't do to let Cu know just how worried she had been about him - she didn't want him to look back and get trapped in a web of second thoughts and gloomy remembrances. So she kept a tight rein on her pleasure, and arched her eyebrow at him.
"A well-trained Huntress will take on any tracking job for her Clan, no matter how hideous or distasteful," she began in her best long-suffering voice. Thankfully Fagan interrupted them before Cuchulainn could work up a properly annoyed reply.
"The Masters of Arms would like to meet with the two of you and the leader of the hybrids," Fagan said.
"In the Great Hall?" Cuchulainn asked.
Fagan nodded.
"I'll get Ciara and meet you there," Cu said.
Of course he'd volunteer to get Ciara.Brighid frowned as she watched her friend weave through the crowd of children and warriors to find the Shaman.He's healing, and to Cuchulainn life isn't truly whole without a beautiful woman. The thoughtshould please her - it was more proof that Cu would be himself again.
"Huntress?"
"I'm sorry, Master Fagan," Brighid said, quickly jerking her thoughts back to order and following the warrior's lead along the edge of the courtyard. "This is my first trip to Guardian Castle. I find myself distracted by your - " her gaze traveled up to the silent line of archers stationed along the castle's outer wall " - architecture," she finished.
"Ever-vigilant, Huntress. We are ever-vigilant," he said with a craggy smile.
When the centaur didn't respond with a like smile, the Swordmaster stopped and met her eyes.
"I give you my word that if your New Fomorians are what they seem, none of them are in any danger from the Guardian Warriors."
"They are exactly what they seem, but they aren'tmy New Fomorians," Brighid said.
"Well, one of them certainly is." Fagan's weathered smile was back, and he chuckled as he led her along the courtyard wall again. "A centaur Huntress taking on a male child as her apprentice, and the boy has wings."
Brighid clamped her lips together and said nothing. The damned Swordmaster was right. Her infant apprentice did have wings - and only one of them was currently in working order.
And she'd thought her life was going to get easier when she joined MacCallan Castle.