The House Of Gaian (16 page)

Jenny stood at the bow of the small ship and watched Selkie Island grow larger. Perhaps she was being foolish to come here. Cordell had told her the Lord of the Selkies and his people on the island were keeping a sharp eye on any ships sailing north to the western coast of Sylvalan. But as each day passed without word from Mihail, she became more fearful. Was he waiting at sea somewhere, hoping other ships that belonged to the family made it to open water? Had he tried to go back to Durham for any family members who were unable to find a way out of the city?

What about the ones who were going overland to Willowsbrook? Had they arrived safely? Were they still safe?

“Not as fine a harbor as we’ve got at Sealand,” the ship’s captain said as he came to stand beside her. “

But it suits them here.”

She heard pride, and a touch of apprehension, in his voice. Being a selkie himself, he didn’t want to speak ill of the man who ruled the Fae with his particular gift, but he’d made enough comments on the journey for her to understand he was hoping Lord Murtagh’s virility wouldn’t sway her into remaining on Selkie Island.

At another time, she might have been amused by the verbal tug-of-war the captain was engaged in—

approving of the way Murtagh ruled the selkies and dealt with the human gentry in one breath and in the next giving warning hints that many a young lady had been lured into a lover’s arms by moonlight and the sea, and while a lover could stir the blood, his appeal could fade with the turning of the moon while love rooted in family was forever.

Since she doubted anything she said would reassure the man, she just smiled and turned her attention to the sea.

As they got closer to the island, she saw six small fishing boats—and she saw a man from each boat dive into the water.

When she heard the captain order the mainsail lowered, she stared at him in surprise.

He shrugged. “Best to go easy in these waters. Take a look.” He pointed down.

Jenny caught the flash of a sleek brown head before it disappeared under the water again.

Two selkies surfaced near the bow of the ship. Four others surfaced a little farther out.

“Merry meet!” the captain called. “I’m bringing Lady Jennyfer to the island to meet with Lord Murtagh!”

The selkies bobbed their heads, then raced away. Jenny watched two of them head for the harbor while the other four swam back to the fishing boats.

“You can bet a bag of gold coins that there’s an archer in each of those boats,” the captain said quietly. “

Now that they know why we’re coming to the island, they won’t fire on us.”

“I thought they were out fishing.” Jenny narrowed her eyes a little to study the boats more carefully.

“Oh, they are. But the Fae have always been protective of these waters, and these days ... well.” He pointed at the sky. “There’s plenty of
them
who aren’t looking for fish.”

“Sea hawks?”

The captain didn’t answer, and Jenny didn’t wonder why. This wasn’t a harbor for the inexperienced or unwary. But an enemy trying to land wouldn’t know which channels through the sentinel stones were deep enough to give safe passage into the harbor itself and which had unseen rocks that would rip the bottom out of a ship.

No, an enemy wouldn’t know, but neither would a merchant who was being pursued and needed a safe harbor.

She wouldn’t think of that. She wouldn’t.

Safe harbor. Oh, Mihail, come back to safe harbor.

They were expected. As the last sails were lowered and the anchor dropped to bring the ship gently to the long dock, Jenny saw the men on the stony beach. Many held crossbows. Others held the hooks used to gaff big fish.

She waited in the bow while the lines were secured and the gangplank lowered, studying the men.

Studying the
man
. He didn’t look that different from the other men on the beach, but there was something about Lord Murtagh that made him stand out. An arrogance in his stance perhaps. Or just a sense of power.

She wasn’t sure. She’d never met any Fae until coming to Sealand, and she’d never met one of the Fae who ruled a gift.

Perhaps this hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

Breanna wouldn‘t falter
, Jenny thought.
Breanna wouldn’t back away from meeting a Fae Lord if
that’s what it took to get what she needed. Mother’s tits. Breanna would yell at the Lightbringer
himself if she got riled enough
.

Thinking about Breanna produced an ache around her heart, but she felt calmer when the ship’s captain carefully escorted her down the gangplank to the dock where the Lord of the Selkies now waited for her.

After the ship’s captain introduced them, Murtagh smiled at her. “What brings Sealand’s water witch to Selkie Island?”

“I have a favor to ask,” Jenny replied.

Murtagh looked down at her feet. “You’re wearing sensible boots. Good. Let’s take a walk.” He held out his hand.

She hesitated for a moment before taking his hand.

He seemed amused by that, which annoyed her enough to match his stride as he led her off the dock to a set of steps carved into the cliff. The steps were wide enough for two people, and only the first few steps put a person at risk of taking a fall onto the beach. At the first landing, the steps angled away from the beach and were protected by the cliff on both sides. Another landing and another flight of steps brought them to the top of the cliff.

After leading her a little ways away from the edge, Murtagh released her hand.

Jenny looked around. A footpath followed the cliff. Another, wider path led to the stone cottages. Bright splashes of color indicated flower beds. She guessed the low stone walls she could see behind some cottages were the kitchen gardens. Not so different from Sealand, but a much, much smaller village.

“This is your Clan?” Jenny asked hesitantly.

“Some of it,” Murtagh replied. Then he laughed. “There are little villages scattered all over the island. All together, they make up the Clan here at Selkie Island. Why crowd everyone into one place? And while everyone here chooses to live on the island, not everyone’s heart belongs to the sea.”

“Oh. I—I don’t know much about the Fae yet.” Did that sound lame? That sounded lame.

“You’ll learn.” Murtagh smiled at her. “Let’s walk.”

After a few minutes, warmed by the sun and the exercise, Jenny pulled off her cloak. Murtagh took it from her and slung it over his shoulder.

Since Murtagh didn’t seem inclined to break the silence, Jenny asked, “You have no witches on the island?”

“We have a few. This whole island is an Old Place, so some have found their way here over the years.

There’s two hedge witches—sisters—who grow herbs and make medicines for the healers. There’s my sister—

“Your
sister?
”

“—who lives in a dell at the center of the island because the sea can’t compete with the feel of earth beneath her hands. And there’s my grandmother, who has danced with the sea since she was a young maid who was lured here by a selkie Lord. His affection was about as constant as the tide, but I’ve always suspected she knew that and the island was more of a lure for her than he was. Of course, she might have returned to the mainland after a while if another selkie Lord hadn’t been waiting for a chance to take his rival’s place.”

“How convenient,” Jenny muttered, understanding much better the ship captain’s comments about maids being lured by moonlight and the sea.

“I think so,” Murtagh replied. “A persistent lover can be a powerful force in the world, and he was everything his rival was not.”

“And how long did
he
stay?”

“They were together until a few years ago, when one of Death’s Servants took his spirit to the Shadowed Veil.”

“Was your father as constant?” She was sorry she’d asked, because he stopped walking and just stared at the sea.

“It’s hard to say,” Murtagh finally said. “Even for a selkie, there are dangers in the sea. He went out one day and never came back. Now my mother was another story. She was from a southern Clan. He must have cared for her, because he stayed with her—and stayed away from the sea—until my sister was born two years after I was. The southern Fae don’t allow half-breeds in their precious pieces of Tir Alainn. She didn’t know my father wasn’t pure Fae until my sister was born—a babe who didn’t look Fae. She demanded that my father take the two of us down to the human world and abandon us. Instead he abandoned her and brought us back here. He disappeared a few months later. My grandparents raised me and my sister.”

“Why did you tell me this?” Jenny asked softly.

Murtagh turned away from the sea and looked at her. “So you would know I understand about family. I’

m keeping watch for your brother’s ship.”

“I know. Cordell said you would. But...”

“What favor do you want from the Lord of the Selkies?”

“I’d like to stay here for a few days.” Jenny raised her hands, then let them fall to her sides. “Foolish, I know, but—”

“But once he passes this island, he’ll have clear sailing back to Sealand ... and safe harbor. The sooner you know that, the easier you’ll feel.”

“Yes.”

“Then stay. Gran will be pleased to have company.”

“Gran?”

Murtagh grinned. “You’re welcome to stay with me, but I think you’d be more comfortable guesting with my grandmother.”

“Yes,” Jenny murmured, feeling flustered. She didn’t want to stay with him. She really didn’t. But she hadn’t expected him to anticipate that and provide the solution.

His expression serious now, Murtagh brushed his fingertips down one side of her face. “You’re easy on the eyes, Lady Jennyfer, and if times were different, I would have given considerable thought to courting you by moonlight and the songs of the sea. But I think, right now, you need a friend more than a lover.

So I’m offering a friend’s hand rather than a lover’s kiss. Is that all right with you?”

She clasped the hand he held out to her. “Yes.”

He studied her. “Is there something else?”

“I wish—” She pressed her lips together.

“You wish ...?”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing. It’s foolish.”

Keeping her hand in his, he started walking back to the harbor. “Wishes may not be granted, but they’re never foolish. What is it you wish?”

“I have kin who live near the Mother’s Hills. Some of the family was heading there overland so that not all of us would be together in case... in case we couldn’t get past the eastern barons. My cousin Breanna

... I wish I could send her a letter, letting her know where I am.”

“She holds a special place in your heart,” Murtagh said after a small silence.

“Yes.” Jenny smiled, remembering a summer when the two of them had changed a storm by celebrating it.

“Then write your letter.”

Her smile faded. “I couldn’t risk it. If the letter was confiscated by a baron or magistrate controlled by the Inquisitors, they would know about her, know where to find her—and my other kin as well.”

Murtagh snorted. “This is an Old Place, and you’re among the Fae. I’ll send your letter by messenger.

He’ll travel through Tir Alainn. Your letter will get to your cousin safely, that I can promise you.” He smiled at her as he led her toward the cottage closest to the sea. “You see? It wasn’t such a foolish wish after all.”

“But I thought we were going north!” Gwynith almost wailed as she hastily closed her canteen.

“We were. Now we’re not.” Selena attached her own canteen to Mistrunner’s saddle and mounted.

While Gwynith and the two escorts who had remained with them scrambled to mount their horses, she studied the Mother’s Hills rising up in the distance. A hard day’s ride would take them to the foothills. By midday tomorrow, she would reach her destination.

Written on water. Whispered on the wind. How long had the Crones been sending the messages? Should she take the time to call up a wind and send back an answer? No. Best to get there as quickly as she could.

Written on water. Whispered on the wind. But not in Tir Alainn. Barren air. Barren water. Barren earth in another generation if the Fae didn’t come to understand the reality of their land hidden above the world.

She shouldn’t have gone back to the Fair Land after she went down to the Old Place and guested with Ella’s family overnight. She shouldn’t have listened to Gwynith’s argument that they could travel north faster by using the bridges between the Clan territories—and also that it would be wise to let other Clans meet the new Huntress. Had Gwynith known staying in Tir Alainn would isolate her, would keep her from the information she could draw from the Mother’s four branches?

She looked at the woman anxiously waiting beside her. No, Gwynith hadn’t known, and her arguments for continuing to travel through Tir Alainn had been sound. Hopefully the Crones would see it the same way.

“Huntress?” There was a hint of wariness in Gwynith’s voice. “If we’re not going north, where
are
we going?”

Selena pointed. “There.” She looked back and saw the tension in the escorts’ faces. She looked at Gwynith and noticed how pale the other woman had become.

“We’re— We’re going into the Mother’s Hills?” Gwynith asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s where I have to go,” Selena replied. “It’s not something you have to do.” She didn’t understand the Fae’s reaction to the Mother’s Hills, but she’d quickly realized
where
she came from had frightened the Clans who had been her reluctant hosts as much as what she could do. “It’s just land,” she added soothingly. Which wasn’t quite true. Not after so many generations of witches had lived there, loved there, danced there, taken their last breaths there.

“It’s the House of Gaian,” Gwynith said.

“Yes, it is. Why does that bother you? You live with witches in your own Old Place.”

“Not so many. And—” Gwynith faltered. “What if they object to Fae being in their land?”

“Do no harm, and you’ll come to no harm.” Selena gathered Mistrunner’s reins. His ears pricked. “I have to go, Gwynith. When the Grandmothers send a message, a Granddaughter does
not
ignore it.”

Gwynith’s eyes widened. “But you’re
the
Lady of the Moon now. You’re the Queen of the Witches.”

Selena laughed and felt her own tension drain away. “That might impress them long enough to cool a cup of tea. After that, I’m just a Granddaughter again.” She smiled at Gwynith. “You don’t have to come.

You can go north, or you can go home if that’s what you’d rather do.”

Gwynith studied the Mother’s Hills, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “We’ll go with you.”

Selena wondered, and not for the first time, if Gwynith was being so helpful to help
her
or to be able to send reports to the Hunter about the new Lady of the Moon. Right now, it didn’t matter. “Then let’s ride.

”