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In this fantasy novella of Ireland, Davnat encounters Parthalann, amysterious druid who trains her to be his helper and consort.

But despite all the otherworldy powers Davnat is given by her

mysterious new companion, and the remarkable love that blossoms

between them, she can't help feel that fickle Fortune will rob her of thegift of Parthalann's love as suddenly as it was bestowed.

Parthalann loves Davnat beyond anything he ever imagined

possible. He longs for a happy life with her forever, but deep in his

heart, he knows that due to one act of rebellion against the gods, theirFates have already been decreed....

I thank you, Davnat Ni Cinnede. But we have little time for

pleasantries, for the path we must travel is a long one, and it is

already late. We must prepare to leave.

Leave? I couldnt possibly leave in the middle of the feast.

Davnat frowned, more puzzled than frightened by the mans

strange words. Were his wits befuddled by drink already?

You can do whatever you wish, Davnat, came the promptreply. You have the power to choose. I only hope you will choose

wisely.

What choice are you speaking of? Davnat inquired despiteherself, curiosity getting the better of her as she peered into the

dark hood, watching the light glint in his stormy grey eyes.

Do you honestly mean to marry Henri de Beaumanoir? heasked abruptly, reaching up to tug off his hood, and unclasping

the brooch which held the end of his cloak together.

Davnat watched in fascination as he revealed himself. She had

never seen a man so handsome. It was almost as though he werefrom another world.

Yet oddly, even as she longed to know his name, who he was

and why he had come, it was as though they had already met, in


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some shadowy, dark, dimly remembered time long ago. It was asthough she knew all the answers to every single one of her

anxious questions in an instant.

Reviews:

Detra Fitch ofHuntress Book Reviews

An author to keep an eye on!

Set in Ireland. Davnat Ni Cinnede was to marry a Norman for

peace. During her betrothal feast, however, appeared Parthalann.

Their Fates had been decided long ago by the Gods. The betrothalfeast blazed with fire and blood as they fled.

Parthalann had been a Druid, but decided to choose the pathof a Warrior. He was to train Davnat in the Druid ways. She

already knew healing from wise women and had learned to fightas a warrior all her life. Davnat and Parthalann were to have only

a short time together, but their love would last forever and their

sons would some day change the world!

*** A great plot.... The tale was fantastic and the author

shows much talent! Shanna Murchison is an author to keep an

eye on!

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Top #20 bestselling e book, January 2001-May 2001

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2001

An amazing book

Excellent writing, fascinating characters, this book had mebegging for more. Fantasy writing at its best.

Breathtaking

A wonderful book from beginning to end. You will love thehero and heroine, and all the mystery and fantasy elements. I


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never wanted it to end.

WOW!

Awesome! An excellent read, lots of suspense and mystery.

A lovely book-perfect for St. Patrick's day, or any time!

A great book-suspenseful, romantic, magical.

A beautiful book

The author creates a magical world that draws you in from the

very first word. It is not the traditional fantasy romance, but that

makes it better in my opinion. I was fascinated by the detail givenin a short space, and am delighted to see that there is more fromthis extremely talented author, with these characters, who

became like part of my family as I followed their adventures.

A wonderful read!

My only complaint is that I never wanted it to end. Fantastic

characters, and plenty of mystery, suspense, and fantasyelements make this one to remember. I must get The WizardWoman by the same author.

A beautiful book

This was not what I expected from a romance, since it does

not have what you would call the traditional romance ending {no

spoilers here, readers, sorry} but it was a lovely read for peoplewho are looking for something that little bit different.

As a fantasy novel it was superb, pure magic. A wonderful

hero to die for, and a terrific heroine make this book hard to beat.

I am already part of the way through The Wizard Woman, which

is linked to this novel, and it is awesome too.

Perfect for St. Patrick' s Day

If you love Ireland, you will adore this book. My only problem


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with the book is thatI never wanted it to end. When it did, I reallycried. One thing is for sure, this author has a wonderful talent.

Awesome!I am still shaking after reading this book-what power. It took

me completely by surprise, from start to finish. I only wish it

could have gone on longer!

Pure magic

A super book--great setting and characters, very mysterious,

very sad in sections. Get out the tissues and indulge yourself. Youwon't be sorry.

Gripping

This novel really was nothing like I expected. It was so

excellent, I wish there were a lot more like it. From the very first

word, I was caught up in Ireland in the time of the Norman

invasion, and the whole mystery of why the hero had come forthe heroine.

I cried in some spots as hard as if the characters were real

people. The ending was fascinating, one I did not predict. This

should get ten stars! I hope this author has plenty more for us toread.

A superb novel of love and loss

It was so romantic, and so sad. I was completely swept away

by the characters and the magic of the whole book. I am really

relieved to see, that the author has a second novel. This wasreally excellent.

Fantastic!This book had it all, great plot, setting, characters, magic. I

adored the hero, and the whole history of Ireland. I can wait to

read more from this terrific author.


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Loved it, a beautiful story

This gets a ten Kleenex rating-It was so lovely, I can highly

recommend this to anyone who loves fantasy, and a sensual lovestory.

Fantastic!

Not like anything I have read before. It was really intelligent,magical, and above all really thrilling. I won't give the ending

away, except to say that I have seldom been so moved. This

author has a rare talent with words.

An excellent novella

A short quick read, but with lots of echoes which will leave youthinking about it long after you have read it.

I have gone back to re-read it a second time more slowly to

really enjoy the fine language and characters. Anyone who loves

fantasy or romance, or Ireland, will love this book. A verysurprising ending--not one I expected at all, but perfect for the

book.


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About the Author

Shanna is a fantasy writer who lived in Ireland, the perfect settingfor letting her imagination run wild.

Also by the author

The Druids of Destiny Series:

Tide of Destiny

Isle of Destiny

Shore of Destiny


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THE DRUIDS WOMAN

Shanna Murchison

HerStory Books


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Copyright the author 1999 USA, UK, Rest of World

Second Edition 2002

Third Edition with additional material 2008

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or

transmitted in any form by any means, electronic or mechanical,

including photocopying, recording, or by any information and storageretrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright

owner.

Under the 1988 UK copyright laws, the author asserts the right to

be identified as the creator of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents

are the product of the authors imagination, and any resemblance to

any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales, is entirely

coincidental.

978-1-58345-244-8

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Introduction

This novella was written as part of a linked set of short stories in a

Round Robin competition, so without giving too much away, it had to

(generally) follow the rules of that competition.

I wrote way more than I was supposed to, but the characters were

so compelling.

The good news is, that however great this novella was, I could notleave the potential of the story and the characters alone. So, when we

did our book in a week challenge in the writers' group, my 25,000

words were transformed into over 100,000. But then, that's the powerof love.

This novella works fully as a standalone and is very romantic, but if

anyone loves these characters, there is plenty more to enjoy in The

Wizard Woman. There's even a free preview of it at the end of this

book for you all to enjoy.

I hope you enjoy this standalone story, even if you dont read all of

these marvellous characters further adventures.

Many thanks to the Romance Foretold e mail list for coming up with

the idea of a competition in the first place, and all the cheering on theygave me as I rushed to meet our tight deadlines.

Much love to Barb and Lida, always true friends and my biggest

fans. Unicorns rock!


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Chapter One

The South of Ireland, 1169

A grey light shimmered and glowed near one pillar in the great

hall. The muffled stranger appeared unnoticed, and scanned thefemales in the room, searching for someone.

He focused his attention upon the small family group at the top ofthe room, loudly celebrating their good fortune.

Congratulations to my cousin Davnat upon this joyous occasion!

a tall young man toasted in front of the assembled guests.

This betrothal will signal even greater peace and prosperity herein Leinster. Youve made an old man very happy, mo chroi, an older

man the stranger could sense was her father declared, calling her byhis special pet name, my heart.

The strangers grey eyes were lit with an inner fire as he watchedDavnat mingle with the multitude of guests. She moved gracefullyfrom table to table, serving wine and a variety of delicacies as she

welcomed everyone to her betrothal feast.

Gods above! She was the one? Parthalann could not believe his

good fortune.

Dressed in her finest gown, a rich amber velvet embroidered withgold and russet animal patterns at the neckline, wrists, and hem,Davnat Ni Cinnede was a breathtaking sight to behold. The hue of thedress set off perfectly her unbound auburn hair, the colour of autumn

leaves, which flowed down her back to well below her waist in a mass

of thick curls, and emphasised her limpid sable brown eyes. Therounded neckline enhanced her swan-like neck, delicate shoulders, and

pale flawless skin. The rich fabric moulded to her shapely bosom

before falling in graceful folds over her small but delicately rounded

hips down to the floor, where it swept the rushes with its long train.


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The lavishly jewelled girdle which she wore as her only ornamentaccentuated her willowy figure, completing the elegant ensemble she

had chosen specially for this momentous occasion.

Parthalann knew Davnat would have been the centre of the roomsattention even had the festivities not been in her honour. She was tall,

almost statuesque with her poise and elegance, a rare jewel in thispredominantly male setting.

She shimmered in the torchlight, radiant in her happiness and

contentment. She was like a lodestone to which all men were drawn.

Though Davnat came from one of the most powerful clans in the

south-east of Ireland, Parthalann sensed that there was a certainwarmth and lack of aristocratic reserve about her which all men found

inviting.

Parthalann could clearly hear all the thoughts which swirled aroundhim in the room. All of the guests envied the tall, haughty-looking

Norman who had won Davnat for a bride as they ate heartily of the

many savoury dishes which were placed before them by a bevy ofservants.

Parthalann learned all about the lovely woman who stood before

him in an instant. Davnats knowledge of housekeeping, cooking, andherbal medicines was second to none. Here was a wife who would

make her husband proud, so long as the husband was deserving of

her.

But though Parthalann could hear that many of the OCinnede clanhad doubts about the bridegrooms worthiness, they were keeping

them to themselves for the sake of peace.

The great warriors from her own clan patted her fondly on the

shoulder as she moved up and down the rows of tables. Parthalanncould hear their recollections of her. Davnat had been a comrade and

friend always, through good times and bad, ever since she had been

old enough to sit astride a horse.

Some of the men even made so bold as to plant a smacking kiss on

her lips or cheeks, earning scowls of disapproval from Henri du

Beaumanoir, Davnats intended.

The stranger listened to the arrogant Normans thoughts, andburned with anger. Henri turned to his companion now and observed

haughtily, Really, these Irish are so uncivilised.


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He indicated Davnat and her family with a dismissive wave. I askyou, who ever heard of a noblewoman waiting hand and foot on her

underlings.

Raymond le Gros giggled. And she struts around in breecheshunting day and night with her cousins. She will be a wild one to

tame!

A moue of distaste twisted Henris arrogant, tight-lipped mouth.Tame her I shall, never you fear.

Now Davnats thoughts intruded upon Parthalanns conscious,louder than all the rest.

She wondered why Henri perpetually wore the expression of a

man who had drunk vinegar. Didnt these Normans ever smile orlaugh? They seemed to do nothing but eat, drink and quarrel that she

could see.

Henri had behaved towards her kindly enough, but she noted thathe often looked shocked at her behaviour at her as she worked aroundher estate, hunting, cooking and cleaning. Perhaps Henri thought hertoo young to be a good wife? She wished, not for the first time, that

she had been born a boy.

But with her straight nose, high rosy cheekbones, and deepcrimson lips, Davnat was completely feminine, alluringly so, Parthalannreflected, as he prayed for her to come closer, to notice him.

He observed her habit of looking directly at the person to whomshe was speaking with her winsome sable brown. Here was a woman,soft, yielding, and absolutely incapable of guile.And she was to be his!

But the tall stranger had to be cautious. He had to wait until the

appointed time. He continued to watch, and listen.

As Davnat made her way around the room, chatting amiably to all,welcoming each stranger to the feast, she remarked to herself

contentedly that she had succeeded at last in doing what she hadnever dreamt possible. Finding contentment.

Parthalann smiled indulgently at her train of thought, though it

saddened him as well, for he knew the world she had worked so hardto build for herself was about to come to an abrupt end.

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home Rathkeel forever. Surrounded by friends and family, and thestunning beauty of the Vale of Avoca, her happiness would be

complete.

Ever since she had been of marriageable age she had rejected allher suitors, of which there had been many, on the grounds that she

couldnt bear to be parted from her home. Now she would never haveto be, she reflected with a self-satisfied smile as she gazed around the

feast hall, a warm, well-appointed pillared rectangular room with a

hearth at each end.

She noted with pride that the room was well-lit with home-madetorches, and every table with fine candles made from beeswax in

clever holders fitted into the tables. The dogs were confined to their

kennels outside, and the floor was strewn with fresh sweet-smelling

rushes. Servants brought around basins of warm water so that theguests could wash their hands between courses. She knew her table

boasted every delicacy imaginable, able to tempt even the most

discerning palates. Rathkeel was her home, and now she would never

have to leave.

Parthalann shook his head regretfully, wishing he could warn her

before it was too late. But it was impossible. He had an appointment

with her and his Fate. Seeing Davnat, hearing her thoughts, was like

meeting the other half of himself for the first time.

He watched as Davnat moved back to her aunt and cousins. She

began to blush profusely as she overheard her eldest cousinrecounting her deeds of daring as a young woman, when she hadcampaigned side by side with her clan against a mighty invasion force

from Denmark.

She scolded, Calvach, please, leave some work for the bards to do

tonight! Regaling the company with these old tales is only stealingtheir thunder, and putting everyone to sleep.

I tell you, she fought like a hundred men with the Vikings that

day, Calvach continued to boast to all who would listen.

Davnat rolled her eyes heavenward, and remarked to Calvachs

brother Angus, who sat with an older woman Parthalann grasped to beher aunt Moira, Its good thing the Normans cant understand a word

of what Calvachs saying. They already look disapprovingly enough atme without giving them any further cause to do so.


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There is nothing to disapprove. Angus grinned, his green eyesglowing. You are lovely beyond measure. If they dont admire you, a

thaisce, theyre damned fools who dont know what a real woman is!

She slapped Angus playfully as he looped an arm around her waist,and smiled down at her aunt, who sipped her wine delicately.

Angus is right, child. There's no point in marrying a man who

wont appreciate you.

Aunt Moira, both you and I know the main things they appreciate

are my lands, and the powerful allies I bring with me as my marriageportion.

"But if Henri is willing to live here at Rathkeel, then I consider that

I have made the best bargain. Even if he doesnt care for me truly, Ishall be mistress here in my own home, and that shall be enough.

Moira looked at her speculatively for a moment. Pray God your

words be true, my dear, for once you are wed to Henri du Beaumanoir,youll have no chance to change your mind.

This is my home. It means everything to me. Why would I ever

alter my inclination? Davnat laughed with the glib assurance of a

young woman who seldom changed her mind about anything.

You mentioned it just now, Davnat. True love. For that you should

be willing to surrender everything, even that which you hold most

dear, her aunt cautioned.

Davnat was about to laugh again at her aunts sentimentality,when suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck prickled.

She turned around slowly, and espied a large stranger muffled in a

voluminous cloak sitting near one of the pillars of the great hall. Heraised his cup to her in salutation, before turning it upside down to

signal that he needed wine before he could toast her.

Davnat could barely feel her feet move under her as she

approached the pillar, and the man stood up from the bench. Thoughabove average height herself, this man towered over her by at least a

foot, and she gazed up, trying to discern his features under the black

hood.

He had the most unusual eyes she had ever seen, steel grey, which

seemed to shimmer with light and warmth one minute, darkness andfrigidity the next.


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For a moment Davnat wondered if he were one of the Normansassociates, until he spoke to her fluently in her own language.

Best wishes upon your upcoming wedding, he said in a rich, deep

voice which set her pulse racing. Thank you, sir. You are welcome to my humble home, she

murmured softly, using the stock phrase with which she had greeted

every guest.

I thank you, Davnat Ni Cinnede. But we have little time for

pleasantries. The path we must travel is a long one, and it is alreadylate. We must prepare to leave.

Leave? I couldnt possibly leave in the middle of the feast.

Davnat frowned, more puzzled than frightened by the mans strangewords. Were his wits befuddled by drink already?

You can do whatever you wish, Davnat, came the prompt reply.

You have the power to choose. I only hope you will choose wisely.

What choice are you speaking of? Davnat inquired despite

herself, curiosity getting the better of her as she peered into the dark

hood, watching the light glint in his stormy grey eyes.

Do you honestly mean to marry Henri de Beaumanoir? he askedabruptly, reaching up to tug off his hood, and unclasping the brooch

which held the end of his cloak together.

Davnat watched in fascination as he revealed himself fully. She had

never seen a man so handsome. It was almost as though he werefrom another world.

Yet oddly, even as she longed to know his name, who he was and

why he had come, it was as though they had already met, in someshadowy, dark, dimly remembered time long ago. It was as though

she knew all the answers to every single one of her anxious questionsin an instant.

Davnat studied him, openly admiring his arresting masculinebeauty. Hard as she tried, she could find no flaw in the enigmatic

stranger. His raven black hair, glinting with mysterious dark auburn

highlights, was thick and wavy, falling down well below his shoulders,but was neatly tied back by two plaits, from which hung suspendedclusters of small animal bones.

Yet the man seemed anything but primitive, dressed as he was in a


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rich fur-trimmed mantle, thick black hose, soft doe-skin boots, and ablack velvet tunic heavily embroidered with spirals and labyrinths in a

rainbow of colours. Nay, he seemed far too self-assured and worldly,she reflected as he continued to stare down at her expectantly.

He was unfashionably close shaven, without even a moustache or

the traditional thick glebe to cover his noble forehead, and his highcheekbones and firm jaw showed only the barest trace of a shadow.

His nose was straight and narrow, with delicately arched nostrils which

enhanced his haughty appearance.

The deep cleft in his chin, and the small dimples which peeped outwhenever he moved his mouth intrigued her. Davnat found herself

wondering what he would look like if he smiled. Certainly he would

look a bit more human, a bit less like a god come down from the

heavens to pass judgment on lesser mortals.

At the moment, though, he seemed to perpetually glower, his dark

eyebrows lowering grimly over his thick-lashed grey eyes.

Suddenly he grasped Davnats hand. As his fingers touched hers, itseemed that the very ground under her feet began to tremble.

We havent much time, Davnat. Go to the kitchen, and put this in

the cask of wine, he urged above the roar of the carousing multitudesin the hall, pressing a small object into her hand.

Davnat stared at him for several moments in stunned surprise,

until he removed his cloak fully, and then spread his hands wide as if

beseeching her to trust him.

His grey eyes shone down upon her. Inexplicably, trust him she

did.

Was this love?she marvelled, unable to take her eyes off him.

She stared up at his mouth, his lips, his jaw, fascinated, and foundherself wondering if his skin were as soft and smooth to the touch as it

appeared in the dim light given off by the brazier sitting nearby.

Touch me then, he commanded suddenly.

Davnat blinked. What did you say?Touch my face, if you wish to satisfy your curiosity, he coaxed,

as he removed the wine flagon from her nerveless fingers and set it

down on the table.

Before she could deny the thought, or step back, her companion


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grasped her wrist, and raised her hand to his face. She had to stretchup her arm almost to its full length in order to reach, but it was worth

the effort. His skin was cool and smooth, yet warm and fiery, his lipssoft, his jaw hard.

The stranger released her wrist then, leaving Davnats hand free to

explore him at will. She stroked his lips with her thumb, felt thepassion throbbing within them, and moved her hand upwards to stroke

the thick, silky hair, to brush a stray lock back from his brow almost

tenderly.

Now that you have touched me of your own free will, Davnat, it isboth finished and begun. You have made your decision, as I have

made mine. It is our inexorable fate, he whispered, kissing the hand

that lingered on his face before bringing it back down to her side.

She clung onto the warm, strong fingers, noting that his one handwas large enough to hold both of her own.

She had no idea how long she had been standing there, but at last

a loud roar behind her as the entertainment for the feast began causedher to jump back and snatch her hand away hastily.

My father, he might have seen us, she gasped. She flushed

guiltily, trying to look anywhere but at the strangers compelling eyes.

He showed even white teeth as he smiled slowly now.

Davnats breath caught in her throat at the sight of his

tempestuous eyes lighting up with laughter.He will indeed wonder where you are, a stor, but he will never find

you.

Davnat tried to break the spell by shaking her head and takingback her flagon. She forced herself to focus her attention on his

goblet, which she at last filled. You speak in riddles, sir. I have notime for your nonsense.

I agree. Destiny awaits, and I am eager to have you at my sidewhere you belong, Davnat Ni Cinnede.

Davnat stared open-mouthed at her companion again for one lastlingering moment, until her cousin Angus, calling for more wine,brought her back to reality at last.

Seeing her jug was empty, she went to the kitchen to refill it, and

tried to put the handsome stranger out of her mind.


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She was about to return to the feast hall when she raised her handto examine the small object the stranger had given her, and saw it

was a small green glass phial.

As though of their own volition, her fingers probed the top of thebarrel, until they found a small crack in the wood just large enough for

her purpose. Her mind warned her of the dangers of trusting theinscrutable stranger, but before she knew it, she had hastily uncorked

the bottle and poured nearly all of the contents into the cask.

She threw the phial, with the last remaining drops of liquid, into

the large flagon she carried. Then she scurried out of the kitchenbefore she could change her mind about the bizarre deed she had just

performed.

The dancing in the great hall had by this time already started, and

father signalled to her to mingle with the guests for a short while first,and then join in the dance herself with her fiance. Henri glanced over

at her, and Davnat suddenly saw the face of the enemy.

She might have considered Henri handsome, with his thin,aristocratic features, light brown hair and emerald green eyes had she

not seen the magnificent stranger by the pillar only a few moments

before.

Now the candlelight flickered over his features, casting dark

shadows, and for a brief second Davnat thought she saw a skull where

Henris face should have been.

She closed her eyes as an urgent throbbing seemed to shudderthrough her, cramping her belly into a tight knot, and for a moment

she was sure she would be ill.

Trying to take her mind off the sudden inexplicable pain which

jolted through her, she opened her eyes again slowly and glanced overat the pillar on the far side of the hall. She observed with a pang of

regret that her strange companion of a few moments before was no

longer there.

Steadying herself by leaning her back against the heavy wooden

screen near the entryway placed in front of the door to protect against

draughts, Davnat scanned the room for the mysterious raven-haired

man.

She continued her search as she moved from table to table, filling

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little French she possessed.

But there was no sign of the grey-eyed visitor, and at last shebegan to feel more calm. Henri was once again Henri, not some

monster from her worst nightmares. She had no doubt simply beenimagining things, she scolded herself.

Soon her flagon was empty again, and Davnat moved to return to

the kitchen to refill it. But suddenly a hand grasped her own, andtugged her into the dance.

She chuckled good-humouredly, thinking it was one of her cousins.But as she raised her eyes from the broad black-velvet covered chest,

she saw the remarkably familiar storm-tossed grey eyes staring downat her warmly.

This dance is my gift to you, one you will remember always,

Parthalann said above the noise of the merrymakers.

He moved in time to the compelling rhythm of the music, leadingher assuredly through the figures of the set as though she were aslight as a feather, as if they had been dancing together all their lives.

She could barely feel her feet touch the ground as they moved up

and down the hall, and all the guests, impressed with the display, gotto their feet to applaud the stunning couples proficiency in theintricate dance.

Davnat could see her father scowling at her as the stranger clung

to her possessively. Hard as she tried, though, she could not breakfree of the compelling contact of his hand. Their bodies moved in timein an age-old dance of attraction, seduction, man and woman as they

were meant to be, two joined as one in perfect harmony.

Parthalann could hear the older mans exasperated thoughts as thetwo danced on. He wished his daughter would stop making a spectacle

of herself with a complete stranger.

But one glance at Davnats partner told him that this unknownwarrior was a man to be reckoned with. He remarked to himself

admiringly that the strangers broad powerful shoulders and muscular

upper arms and chest bulging underneath his black velvet tunic wereample proof of his prowess with an axe and a broadsword.

Parthalanns black leggings fit him like a second skin, showing rock-hard iron-thewed thighs which testified to his great skill as a

horseman.


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In the end, the older man determined it was best to just leave theyoung people together rather than risk causing a scene at the feast in

front of such high-ranking Irish and Norman nobility. After all, whatharm could come from one dance?

The stranger smiled as he overheard the older mans thoughts, and

danced on. His soft black-dyed deerskin boots whispered against theflagstones as he and Davnat spun, swirled, and then began to progress

on through the figure with the other couples on the floor.

Davnat noticed that her companion seemed to cling to her hand

lingeringly every time they had to change partners.

At one point, as the ladies chained across one of the figures, hetugged her back into his arms, and hugged her close to his rock-hard

chest.

Really sir, my betrothed might take your attentions amiss! shewarned, gazing up at his stormy grey eyes.

It matters not who takes my attentions amiss, Davnat, so long asthey are acceptable to you, he said, staring down at her as though hehad at last, after years of searching, found a marvellous treasure

which he could not bear to be parted from.

Really, I must go, the guests, the wine, she began to protest,trying to leave the set.

But the stranger held her around the waist as he guided her

around the figure, and urged, Enjoy this while it lasts, Davnat, forsoon enough it will all be swept aside, and you will never see Rathkeelagain. Your destiny awaits you.

Davnat shook her head. You keep talking as though you know me,

know the future! Who are you? I dont even know your name, whereyou are from, why you have come here like this. Is it to frighten me?

she asked uneasily, wondering where her will to resist his increasingly

intimate embraces had fled as he held her around the waist, cupping

her to him in a way which left little to even her innocent imagination.

I am Parthalann, brought up on the southern shores of Ireland,

though I have travelled a great many miles since my boyhood. I was adruid once, before I became a warrior. And I have come here for you,

and you alone, Davnat Ni Cinnede. There now, have I told you all youneed to know? he asked, a small smile quirking his finely chiselled

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A druid! Impossible! Davnat scoffed. Ireland is a Christiancountry now. It has been for centuries.

But even as the words left her lips, she gazed up into his

mysterious eyes. Intriguing shadows danced across the storm-greyirises fleetingly, until Davnat herself blinked to dispel their image.

What do you understand to be a druid, my lady? he asked softly.

His words seemed to come from somewhere behind her, even thoughshe was facing him as she danced her measure. Oddly, she couldnt

see his mouth move at all.

They were backward, superstitious. They worshipped the devil,

she dismissed with a wave of one delicate hand.

I see there will be much to teach you, a stor, but we have sometime, he remarked, as though her opinion were of little consequence.

Davnat lost all patience then. She was tired of his glib answers, his

self-possession, his intimate words like beloved, the strange thingsthat happened to her head and heart and mind the moment hetouched her, looked at her with those swirling grey eyes.

You keep mentioning time, that we have some time, or not

enough time. I wish you would stop saying such things. They make meuneasy, confused, she protested, trying to distance herself from hishuge, looming presence.

There is nothing to be confused about, a thaisce. It is all very

simple. This dance will end in a moment. Then your father will makethe announcement regarding your upcoming marriage, and that will bethe time for you to act. You know in your heart what you must do,

Davnat, mo rune searc, he stated, holding her hand up to his own

chest for a moment, before pressing her hand and his both against the

shadowy crevice between her breasts.

Davnat blushed at the intimate gesture, and the affectionate words

he had used, such as treasure, and my secret love. Who was he?

Why was he doing this? And why nowof all times, when she was justabout to be betrothed to Henri?

Before she could protest once more about his bold conduct, sheheard Parthalanns plea echo through her mind, though again, she was

certain his lips never moved.

Listen to your heart, Davnat. You can hear what it tells you as

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Parthalann gave her hand one last reassuring squeeze. Now, justas he had predicted, the music ended.

The dance at a close, she curtsied low to her partner. But when she

raised her eyes again, Parthalann had vanished from sight.Her glance darted from place to place around the room. Of

Parthalann there was no sign. Davnat felt desperately alone despite

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Chapter Two

Davnat waited for Parthalann to return, but he had vanished

without a trace. And there was little time to seek him out, ask him

what he had meant. Her father, the great OCinnede chieftain, nowrose from his chair, goblet in hand, and signalled for the servants to

bring forward the small golden casket in which he had placed his

daughters wedding gift.

He opened it and displayed the wealth of pearls, rubies andsapphires from the four corners of the world which he had lavishly

endowed upon his lovely daughter. The jewel cask was then passed

around the high table for all the Norman lords to admire.

The old man was a great warrior, but he had a good head on hisshoulders, and wished to keep it there. He made a great show of

Davnats gift in the hope of impressing the Norman mercenaries with

the extent of his wealth and power.

Perhaps then they would perceive him and the OCinnede clan asadversaries to be reckoned with if the peace compact between them

which was to be ratified by Davnats wedding to Henri du Beaumanoir

should ever be broken.

When the casket had completed its round of the table, Peadar

OCinnede motioned for silence in the room. A translator stood by at

the ready, and repeated the chieftain's words for Henri and his

companions.

Honoured guests, the time has come for my daughter Davnat to

give herself into the hands of the man who is to become her lord and

master, her husband and the father of her children. I give this casketto her as a symbol of my love and esteem for the warm and graciouswoman she has become.

"My only regret is that her mother and brothers cant be with us to

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down upon her from in Heaven, and will give her their blessings, as doI.

At this point Davnat stepped forward, and Peadar rested his hand

on the crown of her head, before stroking her thick auburn hairaffectionately for a moment.

And now, Davnat in turn shall give the casket to her betrothed as

a symbol of her devotion to him. The chest also shows my generosityto all those who can be counted among my allies. I pray this marriage

will signal a new age in Ireland. From this moment on, we mark a new

era, with the Normans growing ever more powerful, as they have doneacross the water, with Irish allies, not enemies, at their sides.

All of the Normans began to tap the table. They all approved

Peadars speech.

Davnat flinched at his words, and stepped down off the dais. Theshadows she had seen before crossed Henris face again, turning him

into a grinning deaths head once more. Looking from one Norman lord

to the next, she saw no awesome warriors bedecked in their finestgarments, but merely decaying corpses, with rags hanging from them

in tatters.

Davnat fought back the scream which threatened to burst forthfrom her lips by cramming her fist into her mouth.

Choose, Davnat. Choose now.

The words reverberated in her head, though no one stood near herexcept her father, who was smiling benevolently at his guests.

The words which erupted out of Davnats mouth astonished evenherself.

But Father, many will resent you for inviting these foreign

invaders here!

The translator gasped, and swallowed hard. He remained

stubbornly silent until Henri grasped him by the front of his tunic andshook him.

At last the unfortunate young man repeated her words in French,and all of the Norman lords blinked at Davnat in stunned surprise.

By this time the murmuring amongst Davnats clan had grown

audible, but her cousin Calvach attempted to draw attention away

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Thank you, Davnat, my love. But I have no need of the casket.You are all the treasure I require, he declared, voice loud enough for

all the stunned company to hear.

He dropped the gold chest onto a small table by the door as thoughit were an insignificant trifle, and drew his fur-trimmed cloak from

around his neck. He billowed it out in both hands with a snap, andthen wrapped it protectively around Davnats shoulders.

As the commotion in the hall spread, Parthalann asserted, Now we

must go.

Davnats father continued to stare at her, disappointment and

disbelief mingling on his handsome face. But suddenly his eyelidsdrooped, and he and several of the Norman lords sprawled flat on their

faces across the tables.

Henri drew his weapon out of his sword belt with a menacing rasp,and his companions followed suit. They began to advance on

Parthalann and Davnat. Calvach and Angus moved quickly to hold

them off.

I dont understand what you have done here, cousin, but you have

always been my dearest friend. If this is the man you want, the course

you have chosen to follow, I will support it, Calvach growled.

There was no need for this public disgracing of the Normans,Fergus said, flinging her a sword and dagger. You could have at least

told us you had a secret lover!

Davnat caught the hilt. Ive never even met this man beforetonight.

Angus snorted in derision. I have known you to be many things,

wilful, capricious, bold, but never dishonest.

She has spoken the truth, no more, no less. I have only just metDavnat now. But we love one another. There is no more to be said

upon the matter. And now were leaving. Parthalann took the swordfrom her and laid it on the table.

Calvach, Angus! Davnat called.

The first clash of steel upon steel sounded. Parthalann took herhand and pulled her out the door. She had to run to keep up with his

long strides as he marched from the great hall.

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away, toward the main gateway of the stronghold.

Davnat resisted, digging in her heels. At least let me try to explainto them why Ive done this.

Explanations would be futile, not to mention dangerous.Then let me run and get some of my things!

Parthalann pulled her hard and continued to head for the gate.

She yanked her arm from him, but he did not loosen his grip.

There is no need. All you require will be provided once we are awayfrom here.

Let me take one or two gowns at least.

Parthalann paused only long enough to demand, Take your

clothes off now, before we cross the threshold of the gate.

Davnat gazed up at Parthalann, stunned. What did you say?

Please, there is little time to explain. The cloak will shield you

from my eyes.

Parthalann reached under the thick folds to unclasp her girdle, and

then knelt on the ground to untie her shoes.

Davnat stared at him as though her were mad. He ignored herdismayed expression and tugged her two shoes off.

The dress now, quickly.

But why?It would be bad luck to take anything from your past life. He rose

and began to run his fingers carefully through her hair to make sureshe had no ornaments entangled in her luxuriant tresses.

Davnat blushed, but she unclasped the shoulder of her gown. His

words and the fact that he made no attempt to touch or even look ather reassured her. He merely turned his back and stood, sword in

hand, facing the door to the great hall.

Are you finished? he asked after a few seconds.

Aye, I am.And you now wear nothing but my cloak? he demanded.

No, nothing.

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the lintel. We must go now. In a moment the fighting will rage out ofcontrol.

Cant I go to them, help them? Im not afraid to fight.

I know, a stor, but you will not wish to see this fight. They wereyour family, and you loved them. It is best not to see.

Davnat gazed up at him in horror. Are you trying to tell me....

Some must be sacrificed, so that all may be saved, Parthalann

said simply, resting one hand on her shoulder to comfort and propelher towards the gate again.

Davnat hesitated, torn between her conflicting desires. She loved

her family, but this enigmatic, vibrant man by her side was so

compelling. How she longed for him, she admitted candidly to herself,staring up at his handsome face. His glowing eyes, his warm hand

whenever he touched her, seemed to offer an unknown, undreamt-of

paradise.

At the same time, her family needed her. This man might be using

her for God only knew what fell purpose. She took a step backwards,

trying to shake herself free of his enchantment over her.

Sensing the terrible struggle within Davnat, Parthalann held out hishand. I am sorry for your family, truly, but it cannot be helped, dont

you see? I was sent to fetch you. It is your destiny, and mine. And

through us, all of Irelands. You must come now, or they will kill us

both. Then you will not be able to help anyone. Choose, Davnat.Choose now, quickly.

Davnat heard her heart beat faster as she tentatively stretched outher hand towards his, and at last clasped it. She knew a perfect peace

then. She had given herself to him irrevocably.

As if by magic, the sounds of clashing swords and the screams ofthe dying fell away, and she heard only Parthalanns voice in her mind.

Come, a stor. Were going home.

Leading her to the huge oaken gate, he lifted the enormous

wooden beam which held the doors shut with only one hand as thoughit were as light as a feather.

He paused at the doorway. Jump.

Davnat skipped lightly onto the other side of the wooden door

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air. She felt her every move controlled by Parthalann as he led heralong the path outside the gate.

She shuddered in terror and held back.

Come, a stor, there is no need to fear. I will never let anythingharm you, he reassured her as he brought her to a small glade. Amagnificent jet black stallion, the largest she had ever seen, patiently

cropped the grass.

Parthalann stooped to tug the back hem of the cloak in between

her bare calves to the front, and raised the edge of the cloth higheruntil it was level with her hips. He held her close for a moment, his

hands resting lightly upon her slender waist through the folds of hiscloak, and then lifted her high into the saddle.

There, that isnt too uncomfortable, is it?

No. The saddle leather is very soft, as is the cloak, she replied,

blushing.

You will have many new gowns once we are home, but we have a

day and a night to ride, he informed her as he placed his booted foot

in the stirrup and swung up behind her agilely onto the back of the

mount.

Clasping Davnat tightly to his broad chest, he thumped the beast

hard with his booted heels, and they shot forward into the dark

unknown, leaving the dim sound of the battle raging at Rathkeel far

behind.Norman and Irishman alike pursued them, but clatter of the

stallions hooves soon became muffled in the darkness. Calvach andAngus, familiar with the lay of the land, sought hardest, but after

several yards, no trace of the fugitives could be found.

The two brothers pressed on for a mile down the path away fromRathkeel, but at last they decided to give up the search and turned

back disgustedly.

Shes gone. Whoever that man was, hes spirited her away,

Calvach said dejectedly.

Angus grunted, If it is any consolation, I dont think he intendedher any harm. But God help all of us now that they have insulted the

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Huge plumes of billowing black smoke rose high into the midnightblue sky. Orange flames flickered against the dark trees as the two

brothers ran back as fast as their legs could carry them.

Rathkeel! Calvach gasped.Why? Why did she do it! Angus shouted, tearing his hair in agony

as he watched the home he had come to love turn to a cinder. Why!


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Chapter Three

Youre very quiet, a stor, Parthalann observed several hourslater.

He had stopped to water the horses, and now he and Davnat sat

under the shelter of an old oak tree drinking ale from a thick skin.

Why me, Parthalann? Davnat asked quietly.

I should think the answer was obvious. His grey eyes shimmered. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. Isimply couldnt bear to see you wed to another, mo rune searc.

Davnat sprang to her feet, and flung the skin onto the ground.Please, dont play me for a fool. You and I have only just met. How

could we be in love? This is some trick. Youre from one of the otherclans, arent you? You came to Rathkeel to disgrace the OCinnedes, or

at least stop us from ratifying the alliance with the Normans through

my marriage, she accused.

Parthalann denied her fiery assertion with a gentle shake of his

head. I have no real sept, Davnat. My family were all killed manyyears ago. I was the only one left after a Viking raid upon my village. I

do not even have a clan name, for no one was left alive to recite it.

Davnat stopped her frenetic pacing and looked down at him

sharply. In the faint moonlight which shone down upon his handsome

visage, she could see his grim expression, and knew he was telling the

truth.

Im sorry, I didnt mean to remind you of such a painful memory.

I just need to know, why me? And why now?

The time for explanations will come soon enough, Davnat, butperhaps by then you will not have to ask me so many questions. Listen

to your heart and find the answers within.

Davnat knelt down on the ground to face him, wrapping his cloak

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me, Parthalann the druid, she said in mocking tones, that all of thisis myfault?

You came with me of your own free will, did you not?

Davnat ran her fingers through her thick auburn hair and sighed.Yes, I suppose did.

Then how can you blame me for what you have done?

Davnat sighed, shaking her head. I dont know. Youre so odd, its

hard to say.

Parthalann prompted quietly after a few moments, You just

mocked me for being a druid a short while ago, yet in the great hall

you said there was no such thing. Are you saying you do believe I

have some sort of magical power over you?

Yes. No. I dont know! she said in exasperation, and rose toresume her pacing.

Well, that will be a question for you to occupy yourself with on ourlong ride south, he said with an infuriating grin as he rose and dusted

off his clothes.

Thank you, my lord. You are too kind, she drawled, but shesmiled up at him despite herself.

Parthalann had to clasp his hands together to steady them. She

had accused him of practising enchantment upon her, but one smile,

one warm sable-eyed glance was enough to make him lose all reason.

You mustnt, not now. Its too dangerous, he scolded himself as he

waited for Davnat to get ready.

Davnat tucked her legs in with the cloak, and he lifted her onto theArabian again, and then remounted himself. He kissed her brow,

contenting himself with this small show of affection, and held her

tightly as he urged the stallion forward towards the great destiny

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Chapter Four

Where are we going, Parthalann? Davnat asked some time later,

daring to call him by his name at last.

Were going home, my love.

Rathkeel was my home, she commented ruefully.

He hugged her to him more tightly in the saddle. The place I have

prepared for you will be your new home. You have come to me as

naked as the day you were born. Your life with me at Ardmore will be

your rebirth.

And to think I was so happy only a few short hours ago, Davnat

sighed, allowing herself the luxury of a few tears. I thought I would

never leave Rathkeel. Now, here I am with a complete stranger whomust have lost his wits, heading for I know not where.

Ive havent lost my wits, Davnat. In fact, think I may have justfound them, he whispered, stroking her hair in a loving caress.

The rhythm of the horse and the intimacy of their contact, the heatwhich seemed to emanate from him, and his deep voice, soon soothed

Davnats uneasy mind. Despite her best efforts to stay awake, her

head soon began to loll backward onto Parthalanns broad chest.

Parthalann knew they had many miles to go before they would be

truly safe, but Davnat had been through a great deal that night. A

brief rest couldnt hurt if he took the correct precautions.

He galloped south down the Vale of Avoca, until he at last reached

a small secluded glen. Carefully lifting her leg over the pommel, he sliddown with Davnats sleeping form onto the ground. Then he searchedon foot for an oak tree.

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down gently against the trunk. He tied the horse up, and then shookout some herbs from a small pouch around his neck onto the ground in

a wide circle around the tree, before going off to look for a stream.

As he tied the end of his waterskin closed and made to rise, a twigsnapped behind him.

Parthalann turned to face his enemy. He forced himself to relax as

the powerful unseen force slammed him into a tree. Invisible handsand feet beat and kicked at him, and he did his best to ward off the

blows, moving forward into them. A few hard cracks to his ribs winded

him. But with a massive thrust of his fists, the invisible forcesdispelled.

A mysterious grey light shimmering in front of him now at last

took shape.

So youve done it then. Youve set the wheel in motion, thenewcomer hissed.

He was nearly as tall as Parthalann himself, with a shaven headand long grey beard plaited into two. His long nails stretched out liketalons as he pointed his hand accusingly in Parthalanns face.

Parthalann took a deep breath and wheezed, You knew I wouldone day. Though I have to admit, I didnt even know it was time untilthe other day.

It still isnt too late to change your mind, you know. You have the

woman, but you havent joined with her yet. Or, if you do join with herhere and now in this wood, you dont have to win her over to thewizards way, the old man said in a milder voice.

Parthalann spat some blood on the ground, as much to cleanse his

mouth as avoid evil spirits. Nay, Irial, you waste your words. Youhave tried to tempt me away from this course of action often enough,

and every time you have failed. Leave me be.

But think of what you are sacrificing, Parthalann. You could be thegreatest druid the world has ever seen! Is this any way to repay me

after all the years I have lavished care and attention on you! Irial

whined.Parthalann laughed then, almost good-naturedly. I must admit,

you do a very good imitation of a wronged parent. I have always

admired your magical skills, but your ability to dissemble is quite

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Parthalann stooped to pick up the full skin and moved through thetrees without a backward glance, leaving his former friend to follow

along behind.

Nevertheless, its true. You have incurred my displeasure, and youknow the consequences only too well. We both do. But that doesnt

make your loss any less painful to me.

Parthalann went over to check on the slumbering Davnat first,making sure she was wrapped up in his cloak securely against the

chilly night.

Then he fitted a nosebag onto the horses muzzle, and stepped a

few paces away from the oak tree so that their voices would notdisturb the sleeping young woman.

Irial, I am sorry, truly. But I made my choice a long time ago.

Even if I was to change my mind, you are already too late. Do youthink I could give Davnat up, now that I have found her? he asked

earnestly.

The old druids cat-green eyes shone hard, unmoved.

Parthalann rubbed one hand over his forehead wearily, wiping the

blood away, as he tried to find the right words to explain the feelingshe had never before experienced in all of his thirty years.

You told me my whole future, to love and lose. I understood the

loss part in my mind. It is only now that I see Davnat, touch her, hold

her in my arms, that I comprehend the loss part inside the very heartof me.

"I understand now how you felt when I left the druids school, Irial,and for that I am truly sorry. But you couldnt separate us now, not

even if you were willing to intercede upon my behalf with the gods tochange my fate. I cant come back. I love her. Im sorry.

You always were stubborn. Thank the gods the others have never

been like you! the ancient druid sniped, flicking his fur-lined robeaway from Parthalann as though he couldnt bear to touch him.

You must take the blame for some of this yourself, old man,

Parthalann accused. You should never have allowed me to practicethe skills of the warrior if you did not wish me to fight for the freedomof my country. Did you really expect me to do nothing when those

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Are you sure you werent just trying to revenge yourself uponanyone for the loss of your family? Irial countered. You accuse me of

self-interest. I freely admit it. I want someone to carry on my workafter I am gone. Would you not serve your beloved Ireland equally

well in that capacity? Other men are talented fighters, but with yourgifts of healing and divination...

I chose the way of the warrior, not the wizard. I cant turn back. I

love Davnat now. Love her! Can you understand what that means?

"I love her not just because you have told me that she is to be the

partner of my fate, but because of who she is. I have touched herheart, read her thoughts. She is both a reflection of myself, and a

complement to me. She will make me whole, in a way I never could be

if I went back to resume my studies and teaching.

Yet you will have to teach her if the wheel is to come full circle,Irial noted resentfully.

Parthalanns grey eyes glittered. He was in the mood to be

generous, despite the beating and harsh criticism from the man whohad determined to exact revenge for Parthalanns defection by

damning him to a terrible fate.

Though he knew it was a dangerous weakness, Parthalann couldntquite forget that Irial had once been his friend and mentor.

Parthalann pointed to Davnat now. You knew her name, when she

was born, what her fate would be, when she would die. You also told

me we were destined for one another. But either there is much youdidnt tell me, in an effort to dissuade me from taking this course of

action, or there is much even you dont know, old man.

Less of the old, Irial sniffed, and suddenly strode forward.

The metal of Parthalanns sword glittered in the moonlight. I will

kill you if you take so much as one more step towards her without my

leave, Parthalann declared flatly.

The ancient druid hadnt even seen or heard the weapon come out

of its sheath. Perhaps Parthalann was right, there were things even he

didnt know about the gods?Irial looked into Parthalanns stormy grey eyes, and raised his

empty hands to show he had no intention of harming her.

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his hand in the air as though opening a door.

Irial knelt down then and looked at Davnats lovely face in repose.She is beautiful, Parthalann, Ill give you that, he remarked softly.

Touch her forehead, just once. But no tricks, do you hear me?Irial stretched his hand out, and suddenly fell backwards into the

dirt. Gods above! he exclaimed.

Shes mine, for as long as the gods see fit to let me have her,

Parthalann declared.

Its up to you. The old man shook his head as he got to his feet.

If you break your geasa, you will die as surely as the sun will rise on

the morrow.

Then Ill just have to be sure that I dont break them.

Irial began to shuffle away from Parthalann, feeling old beyondeven his years. All the same, the gods have a habit of using us as

their playthings. Be sure you do not break the taboos, or you will liveto regret it.

I dont think live is the appropriate word, Parthalann laughed

sourly.

Irials rock-hard fist whipped out, striking Parthalann a powerful

blow to the jaw. Do not jest, boy! This is hard enough for me without

that! Do you not think I would like to take back the words I uttered in

anger so many years ago?

Parthalann wiped his bloodied mouth on the back of his sleeve, and

shrugged. There is no point in wishing for things to be other than

they are. You are the only father I have ever known, and I havedisappointed you grievously, and rejected the gift the gods offered me.

I am surprised you even take the trouble to try to help and counsel

me, after all I have done.

Love doesnt diminish just because there is anger. If anything itburns more brightly, Irial admitted, touching Parthalann on the

shoulder for a brief moment. I shall go now, but remember,

Parthalann, do not break your geasa.I wont if I can help it, I promise.

The old wizard nodded grimly. "You can try to avoid it, but we both

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I will see you again once more, will I not, Irial? Parthalann askedwistfully as his companion began to shimmer like a candle flame.

You will, twice more, at the every end, came a disembodied

voice.There was now a small movement from under the tree as Davnat

turned over and opened her eyes, startling Parthalann.

Who is that? Davnat asked drowsily.

Irial hovered, glimmering, just long enough to admire the girlsbeauty one last time. Then he vanished into the mist and fog swirling

through the glade.

No one. Go back to sleep, Parthalann reassured her, moving over

to her side, where he stretched out close to her for a small rest.

Its freezing, she remarked a few moments later.Aye, it is. Would you like some water or ale?

Nay. But I would have you get under this cloak before you catch a

chill.

Parthalann shook his head. I mustnt. It is not yet time.

Davnat frowned. I dont understand.

The feast of Lughnasa will soon be upon us. We must wait until

then.

Davnat laughed then. I promise not to compromise your virtue. Iwas merely suggesting we share our warmth. And you're certainly sure

of yourself, arent you? She glanced at him sideways out of the

corners of her sable eyes.

Druids know special things. That is their business.

I would at least like to be given a choice about whether or not Icome to you, and indeed when, Davnat sighed as she sat up.

Parthalann explained, When the time is right, you will know it. We

have only just met. It would be easy enough to love you here andnow, but I need you to be confident that I am the man you want.

So there are limits to your powers as a druid then? she askedcuriously.

Aye, there are indeed. There are also limits to my control, which Imay just reach if you keep looking at me like that, he declared,


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cupping her chin in his hand.

Like what? she whispered, her lips just a hairs breadth awayfrom his.

Like youve never seen a man before. Like you cant bear to letme out of your sight.

Im glad my looks dont lie then, she murmured. For in truth, I

have never seen a man such as you.

Nor I a woman as beautiful as you.

Parthalann stroked her tousled auburn hair, before tracing the

curve of her cheek lightly with his fingertips as though he were trying

to memorise her face.

Tell me, are we at least allowed to kiss? Davnat whispered,

gazing up at him as she rested her head on his shoulder.Parthalanns mouth descended upon hers by way of reply. The

mingling of their lips and tongues, at first tender, comforting, seeking,suddenly flamed into passion. Their hearts hammered inside their

chests like frantic birds desperate for release, sending fluttering

sensations coursing through their veins.

Davnat gasped in stunned surprise at the emotions which welled

up inside her, almost suffocating in their intensity. She struggled for

breath as Parthalanns mouth slanted across hers, deepening the kiss,

exploring the warm moist cavern of her mouth.

Her arms went up around the strong muscular column of his neck,

and she stroked her hands down almost reverently, feeling his massive

shoulders and biceps ripple through the thick black velvet tunic.

He was so hard, yet soft at the same time, she marvelled, stroking

his skin, his long dark locks the colour of night, and the soft downy

hairs at the back of his neck.

The animal bones in his plaits rattled as she stroked her fingersthough his hair, but the only other sound she could here was the

thunderous beating of her own heart.

She felt utterly powerless, completely at the command of thismysterious man, this self-proclaimed wizard who seemed to know herevery thought and desire as though she had spoken them aloud.

Parthalann sensed her unease, and rolled onto his back, tugging

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time.

But she only kissed him more boldly, imitating his thoroughexploration of her mouth, so that he could feel his desire rage almost

out of control. He stroked the cloak down low over her shoulders andback, touching her freely as he never had any woman before.

The contact with her naked flesh was almost more than they both

could bear. Davnat moaned his name against his lips, and began totug at the fastenings of his tunic frantically.

So much did he long for her, Parthalann had to struggle hard tobreak off the kiss. He reminded himself over and over again that his

remaining magic was fragile enough. That things had to be just rightbetween them if they were to have any chance of treading the correct

path the gods had chosen for them.

Davnat, love, we must stop, he urged, tugging her head awayfrom his neck and shoulder, which she had bared in her frenzy to feel

his soft skin against her own. His desire throbbed painfully at the

junction of his thighs. He had to stop now before he gave into hisforbidden desires and destroyed everything.

Davnat continued to stroke him, planting torrid kisses on his eyes,

cheeks and mouth.

Parthalann sat up then, holding her away from him by hershoulders. I may be a wizard, but Im only flesh and blood, he

confessed shakily.

Davnat sat up astride him then, and shook her head as thoughawaking herself from a dream. She tugged the cloak over her

shoulders again, and stood up.

Im sorry. I dont know what came over me, she apologised, andstrode towards the horse on trembling legs. She hauled herself up into

the saddle shakily, and sat waiting patiently for him to rise from the

ground.

Parthalann adjusted his clothing, and took a long hard pull at the

waterskin, trying to think of anything but Davnats bare flesh

underneath his cloak.Lughnasa, he reminded himself. Only seven short days.

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I know this must be hard for you, trying to understand my ways,trying to trust me when we are strangers to one another. That is why

we must wait. When the time is right, you will know it. When that timecomes, we will no more be able to refuse one another the gift of love,

the merging of our hearts, minds and bodies as one, than to stop thetides. Please try to understand. I need to wait for you a little while

longer, Davnat. Will you wait for me?

Davnat looked down at his shadowy eyes, which took on the glow

of the summer sunrise now lighting the horizon. She swallowed hard,

lost in those mesmerising orbs, and longed for another kiss.

But she had to acknowledge the truth of what he had said. You

are right, Parthalann. I am sorry. I do need to trust you more. But

even more importantly, I need to trust myself.

Parthalann nodded then, relieved. Untying the stallion, he slungthe wineskin over the horses flanks, and hauled himself up behind

her.

Once in the saddle, he hugged her close. Kissing her on the templesoftly, he enfolded her in his arms, and clicked to the horse to move

on.

Thank you, Davnat, for being so understanding. After all, anythingwhich is worth having, is worth the wait.

I know. Its just that I feel as though Ive waited a life time for

you, Davnat admitted, taking one of his hands in her own.

We have both waited a lifetime. But surely one week wont makemuch difference when we have so much to look forward to? he

whispered coaxingly in her shell-like ear.

Feeling completely overpowered by his awesome presence, sheassented. I shall obey your will in all things, my lord, Davnat vowed.

With that they rode on in perfect harmony, each recalling the

marvellous interlude they had shared. The desire shimmered betweenthem like the heat-haze on a summer's day, and there was no denying

that they were both eagerly looking forward to their ultimate

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you in the ways of the warrior.

I can fight. And I was the best healer in the Vale.

The healing skills didnt surprise me, though your ability to fight

did.Did? How could you have known, if I only just mentioned it? she

frowned.

I can hear you thinking much of the time, he confessed.

Besides, you offered to fight at Rathkeel, and I saw the way youhandled a sword.

Hear me? Davnat asked, surprised.

Aye, I hear a little voice inside you. I know the end of yoursentences.

My mother and father could do that too, but I doubt there was anymagic in it, Davnat scoffed. They were just two people in love who

knew each other well.

The first part applies to us, Davnat. I would dearly like the second

to be true also. I want you to hear me.

I think I do sometimes. I heard you in the hall, during the dance,and when I was trying to decide whether or not to marry Henri,

Davnat admitted, blushing. But how can we be in love? We dont

know anything about each other.

I felt it the moment we saw one another, the moment I touchedyour hand. Didnt you?

I felt something," she admitted, "but how can I be sure it's love?

Just then, a cold wind seemed to tug at the folds of her cloak,

causing Parthalann to stiffen in the saddle.

Hold on! he ordered urgently. We have to get to Ardmore before

the sun goes down completely.

Davnat did as she was instructed, and clung onto Parthalanns

arms as he thumped the stallion with his booted heels. The

magnificent ebony beast thundered towards the sea.Take the reins! Parthalann commanded, as he tugged his sword

out of the scabbard suspended from the saddle.

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warned her that something sinister was near.

The stallion reared up then, so that Davnat clung tightly to thereins, saddle, and Parthalanns arm in an effort to stop them from both

tumbling to the ground.She could feel him begin to slip, but she hung on, and managed to

soothe the horse by singing to it. It was an old song, one she had

heard her mother sing many times as a child, and she chanted it in alilting soprano.

Now the horse stilled, and the air seemed to grow lighter.

She turned in the saddle to look up at Parthalann then. Are you all

right?

Aye. I would have had to fight them if our feet had touched theground. But where did you learn that song? he demanded.

My mother used to sing it.

Parthalann stared down at her, and the song echoed in his head forseveral more moments. It was remarkable. How had her prodigious

powers gone unnoticed for so long?

But perhaps that was why Irials new protege, Bran, whom theancient druid was trying to train up to be Parthalanns successor, had

given him the message that her coming was nigh three days before.

Perhaps the latent talents Davnat possessed had lain dormant long

enough, and when they had begun to vibrate within her, Bran had

known it was the appointed time.

Or perhaps, he wondered fancifully, and almost laughed at the

idea, his love had released her powers?

Bran would no doubt have incurred Irials displeasure over offering

assistance to the outcast wizard, but for all his faults, Parthalann

acknowledged that the old man could be kind when he wished to be,

thinking of his visit to the glen.

Oddly, Davnats thoughts were running along parallel lines, for as

she signalled to the horse to move on, she asked, That old man in the

clearing. Who was he?Parthalann decided it was pointless trying to pretend he didnt

know who she was talking about. She would have to learn the whole

truth sooner or later.

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hole under the loom in my house. I had been there for days, andcouldnt speak a word. I had terrible nightmares, until Irial made me

whole again in my body and mind.

You sound as though you are fond of him, but resentful also, sheobserved astutely.

Parthalann sighed. Irial put too high a price on my loyalty and

obedience. I suppose I am like the fallen angel Lucifer in your Bible. Irebelled against the gods. I chose the way of the warrior instead of the

spirit. I could have been a great wizard, according to Irial. But instead

I chose the path to freedom. He was understandably upset anddisappointed by my choice.

Yet he didnt seem to mean any harm, Davnat puzzled, though

she could feel herself begin to tremble inexplicably. Lucifer had been

cast down from heaven into a specially created abyss. What wasParthalanns hell to be?she wondered uneasily.

He said he would be revenged upon me in a fit of anger only. I

know this, and forgive him.

Irial touched me, didnt he? she asked a short time later, as she

watched the red orb sink down below the horizon.

How do you know? Did he hurt you?

Nay, its just that I feel different now. Not really the same

compared before you arrived at the wedding feast at Rathkeel. It was

only yesterday, yet it seems so long ago.Parthalann touched her on the forehead. Nay, I feel nothing of

him. In fact, quite the opposite. You have given him something.

Is that good or bad?

Parthalann led the mount down a small path running down the side

of a steep cliff. Im not sure, he admitted, troubled. Its too early to

tell.

Davnat sat silently, taking in the beauty of the sea and the small

cove Parthalann had brought her to. The sheer red cliffs rose directly

from the sands, and the golden beach stretched out for about a milealong the shore. The waves lapped gently in and out, but all else wassilent and still. Davnat thought she had never been anywhere more

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Aye, there is a small village nearby where all my warriors andtheir wives live. The druids school I grew up at is over to the west on

the next bay. You will be able to see the tower in the morning.

If you are an outcast, why are you so near it?We must all come full circle. I was born by the sea, must live by

the sea, and will die by the sea.

Please, dont talk so. It make me anxious. She shuddered again.

Death is an inescapable part of life, Davnat. You should knowthat. You have lost all your family too.

Parthalann suddenly brought the horse to a halt and swung one

long leg over its back. He landed on the sand and then reached up for

her.

I refuse to believe that! Davnat exclaimed. Unless, unless thatvial you gave me contained poison!

Her eyes widened as she stared at him.

Parthalanns pained expression was unmistakable even in the

growing darkness. It was merely a sleeping draught, so that not so

many would fight and die. But you are lost to them now, as they are toyou.

"Look to the future, to the new family you will one day have. That

is why you have come here. We will create a new clan together, of

warriors and druids, who will one day fight to free our land of theinvaders.

You mean the Normans? Davnat asked eagerly, all her suspicions

of Parthalann now falling away.

And their kin, aye. But it will not be the work of one generation,

but many. You and I are the start of the circle. The wheel must turn

around and around again, until at last it comes to a halt.

When will that be?

Parthalann shrugged and spread his hands wide, palms up. It is as

the gods decide. Now, are you ready to take the first step?

Davnat nodded enthusiastically. Her burning sense of patriotism

and hatred of the injustice her people had suffered at the hands of the

Normans flared brightly within her, and she took the hand he offered

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Parthalann led her to the base of the cliff, and instructed, Thinkopen, and wave your hand.

Davnat did as she was told, concentrating very hard upon the cliff

face.Suddenly, an opening did indeed appear in the solid rock, and

Parthalann stepped through first, leaving Davnat on the other side

marvelling at her skill.

Jump across the threshold, he commanded.

Again Davnat had the sensation she was soaring above the clouds

as she passed through the doorway.

Parthalann released her hand then and moved over to the hearth,

where he bent to rub two ticks together, ordering, You must alwaysuse oak branches only, for they are sacred.

Davnat glanced around the cave curiously. It was certainly well-

ordered and well-provisioned, but it didnt look the way she imagined awizards abode should. There was a large hearth on one wall, with a

table and pair of chairs in front of it. On the far wall were shelves with

various items laid out neatly, and a row of clothes pegs. On the wall to

her left was a large wooden bed with a small table on one side, and atrunk at its foot.

What did you expect, shrunken heads, limed brains, and blood

everywhere? he laughed.

Davnat shot him an irritated look. Do you always have to do that,read my mind?

Im sorry. I shouldnt probe so. And I shouldnt laugh. There is a

limed brain or two around here for a hurling ball. I also have the headsof several of my most powerful enemies to wear on my belt on special

days. But the blood sacrifices are strictly controlled, as you will learn.

Davnats mouth fell open then.

Parthalann ignored her horrified response. All this will be strange

you at first. You were raised a Christian, I know, but you have been

chosen, and must accept that fate, as I had to accept mine.He moved over to the far wall and indicated the dozen or so

gowns, nearly all black, hanging in a row. Your undergowns are here

in this pile. These gowns here I have hung in the correct order, to help

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and lunar calendars by yourself. Put this one on now, he instructed,offering her a black velvet gown with spirals and labyrinths on it.

The embroidery. It matches your tunic, she remarked in surprise.

Aye, that is so. I may not be a full wizard any longer, but it paysto try to keep on the right side of the gods. The spirals signify theperfection of creation and the mysterious workings of the universe, the

labyrinths our search for immortality. You will wear this gown tonight,then the one with the moons on it while it is full, starting tomorrow.

And for Lughnasa? she asked quietly.

Parthalann smiled, pleased. You are an apt pupil, Davnat. You will

wear this one, he indicated, revealing a deep purple gown

embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, and a huge wheel.

The wheel of fortune? she asked, knowing the answer already. At

the back of her mind, a tiny voice was beginning to penetrate her own

thoughts.

We will set it spinning, and wait to see where it stops.

And it is purple because red symbolises authority and masculinity,

but also the feminine regenerative force, and blue, the colour of the

sky, the sea, faith, and love, as well as the feminine? she reasonedcarefully.

How do you know all this? he marvelled.

It is the same in Christianity, to a certain extent. The onlydifference is that according to our beliefs, red is the colour of Christs

passion. Its the first colour of the rainbow, and a rainbow signifies the

perfect love of heaven. But I imagine the colour red also represents

love and sacrifice generally, doesnt it?

Excellent logic, my love, he praised, kissing her on the top of her

head affectionately. But now, put your gown on, and come join me by

the fire.

He went over to the hearth, careful to keep his back to her as she

changed. She at last took off the enveloping cloak he had given her

the night before, and hastily donned the soft linen undergown, beforeputting her arms through the sleeves of the dress he had laid out onthe bed.

She traced some of the designs with her forefinger. Who did the

embroidery? Its exquisite.


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I did. I have made everything here for you with my own hands,according to the rituals I must follow, Parthalann revealed as he bent

over the small iron cooking pot.

She watched as he added water, some cold cooked barley, andsome vegetables, which he diced expertly.

While she watched her new companion, Davnat took up a fine bone

comb which sat on a small wooden table by the side of the bed, andcombed her unruly hair into some semblance of order. She plaited it

into a long tail which stretched down to her waist, and then flicked it

over her shoulder.

Then she moved towards where Parthalann was kneeling.

Would you like me to help? I am told my cooking skills arepleasing to most men.

I am not like most men. I have to make certain things myself, at

least for a time, until you adjust yourself to my ways. I thank you forthe offer though, and if you would please sit, you may have someoatcakes, and tell me the names of all those herbs, he said, indicatinga variety of small pouches spread along the stone ledge above the fire.

You said there were limits to your power. Is food one of them?

Thats right. It is called geis, and more than one is called geasa.

There are certain things I must never touch or eat, Parthalann replied

shortly.

What of myself. Are there any geis for me?

Im not sure. Certainly I have not discovered any geasa for you

yet, thoug

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