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Druantia sighed, a soft, wistful sound that sank into Carys’s soul and ached with everything they had lost. “I fear for us, Carys,” she said, and Carys held her hand, tracing her fingers across the delicate skin that barely covered the veins beneath. She didn’t want the great Druid to fear. Because if she did, what hope remained for them all? “I fear what will happen once I continue with my journey.”
“There are still many steps for you to take before that happens.” Carys couldn’t imagine Druantia no longer being in the physical world. Didn’t
want
to imagine it.
Druantia shook her head, and confusion creased her face. “My grandmother, your own foremother, Carys, had eyes the color of the sky and the earth. Just as you do. The great Morrigan chose her as her acolyte at the age of ten.”
Carys knew that, had heard the family histories many times. But Druantia liked to tell her stories, and so she said nothing. What was there to say? She knew Druantia had expected Carys to be chosen by the Great Goddess. And yet, far from being chosen, she’d always felt inexplicably rejected.
“The eve you were conceived, the Morrigan herself came to me.”
Carys’s breath stilled in her breast as shock ricocheted through her senses. This she
hadn’t
heard before. Was her mother aware? Yet she knew she wasn’t, for there were no secrets between them. Was
anyone
aware? Visions were not generally kept from those to whom they pertained. And unless she was deeply mistaken, this vision of Druantia’s had a great deal to do with her.
Druantia stroked her drying hair. “She told me the child would have eyes from the sky and the earth. And that you would one day be the light in the darkness, the one who led us into the new future.”
Shivers coursed over her arms, made the hair on her scalp rise. Even the wood warblers ceased their distinctive trilling, and the ensuing eerie silence screamed through her mind.
“But I’m not a leader, Druantia. I’m a healer.”
Surely that wasn’t the reason why the Morrigan had never honored her with her presence?
Because she was a
healer
?
Druantia peered at her through her clouded vision. “I knew, in my heart, the Morrigan had chosen you for her acolyte from the moment of your conception. Our goddess is not one to give up what is rightfully hers. And yet upon your birth she allowed Cerridwen to claim you.” Druantia’s brow puckered. “Why? You were destined to lead our people, Carys. Why did the Morrigan turn from you?”
Chapter Six
Maximus decided to indulge in the bathhouse before meeting his Celt. That she would be waiting for him he had no doubt, although logically his certainty made no sense.
Besides, if she didn’t appear, he would simply tear the countryside apart until he discovered her whereabouts. It couldn’t be that hard to find her, not if she were living with her family. Some traces could be uncovered, and how his scouts had missed them astounded him. Twice he had encountered her within a five-mile radius. She had to be hiding somewhere in that vicinity.
Aquila settled himself onto the neighboring bench in readiness of his own massage. “Are you intending a night in the town?”
No. He was intending a night in his Celt. He grunted as the masseur kneaded his knotted muscles.
“Possibly.”
“Want some company? I know where there are some pretty girls who are more, uh, selective about those whom they favor.”
Maximus eyed him. “What of the girl, Branwen? Is she still refusing you?”
Aquila’s grin faded and a frown took its place. “Mars take her. I can’t work her out at all. She answers me if I speak to her, and appears not to be repulsed by my presence.” He shifted impatiently. “And yet if I attempt to touch her, she flees as if she believes I might ravish her.”
Maximus snorted. “And nothing could be further from your mind, naturally.”
Aquila scowled as if he didn’t appreciate Maximus’s humor. “I’ve no wish to hurt her. Gods, I’ve a good mind to give her whatever herbs her grandfather needs without any form of promise from her.” He paused for a moment. “That’s if she could remember what they are. She seems very vague at times.”
“Perhaps she genuinely doesn’t know what they are.”
“Then what was she doing by the spring?” Aquila’s gaze sharpened. “You think she was meeting someone there?”
Fuck. He hadn’t meant to put that idea into Aquila’s head. He didn’t want any more searches of the area, not unless he decided his Celt needed to be flushed out for whatever reason. “I meant she doesn’t appear to be in full possession of all her senses. Perhaps she simply doesn’t know their names.”
Aquila’s scowl deepened, as if Maximus had just insulted him. “I believe her senses are intact. She is merely traumatized by the events of the last year and still in mourning for the death of her sister in childbirth.”
“So you’ve given up on her?” He rolled his shoulders in appreciation of the masseur’s ministrations and imagined his Celt giving him a full-body massage instead. Both of them oiled and naked. His lips curved. Somehow he would find a way to make that fantasy reality.
Aquila raised himself up on one elbow. “Is the Primus interested in Branwen for himself?” There was a distinct undercurrent of hostility in his friend’s tone, and Maximus shot him a calculating glance.
“Not in the slightest. She’s hardly my type, Aquila.”
“Indeed.” Aquila’s tone was scathing. “And yet I’ve seen that look in your eye before, Maximus. If you wanted her, why didn’t you take her the other morning? They brought her back for you, after all.”
Maximus waved his masseur back and sat up, remembering only just in time to cover his erection with the towel. If Aquila saw that, he would never believe Maximus couldn’t give a shit about his precious Branwen.
“If she interested me, I would have taken her.” He rearranged the towel since it didn’t appear to be doing its job. “Although I doubt she would have accepted me had I offered, so you can take your vine stick from your arse and find better use for it.”
Aquila rolled onto his back and clasped his hands behind his head. The length of his erection almost rivaled Maximus’s own.
At least Maximus could anticipate slaking his desire this night with the one who haunted his thoughts. Aquila, poor bastard, would have to seek relief from a whore. That knowledge was enough to temper Maximus’s irritation with his friend’s banal accusation.
“Go fuck a pretty girl,” he said, laying a hand on Aquila’s thigh. “It will help clear your thoughts. Then look at your Branwen again, and see if she still fills your loins with lust.”
Aquila grunted, as if Maximus’s wise words didn’t much assist. Winding the towel around his hips, Maximus rose from the bench, only to come face-to-face with the Legatus, similarly disrobed.
“Sir.” Maximus nodded in greeting at the imposing middle-aged man he had known his entire life, and hoped the commander wasn’t about to embark on an impromptu military discussion. It had been known to happen, and was one of the reasons the Legatus preferred using the communal baths to his private bathhouse, but this evening Maximus wasn’t in the mood for such distractions.
Aquila struggled to sit up, but the Legatus waved him back and then sat upon Maximus’s recently abandoned bench.
Fuck. Maximus reined in the impatience threatening to steam his blood and sat beside his commander.
“I’ve just received word from the Senate,” the Legatus said, hands splayed on his knees. “They wanted to know whether we’ve eliminated all the cursed Druids in the area.”
The Emperor was obsessed by the Druids, and Maximus agreed their ferocity in confronting the Legion had been unexpected. “We haven’t come across any since the border skirmishes.”
The Legatus raised his eyebrow. “They were rather more than skirmishes, Maximus. Fucking Druids have a death wish.”
Maximus conceded the point. Not only had they fought furiously; they had also rallied the villagers in the vicinity who appeared in thrall to them.
“We’ve discovered no evidence of further Druid activity locally.” They’d found plenty of evidence that the Druids had fled the area before the Legion’s arrival, which was somewhat at odds with the behavior of the previous group of Druids they’d encountered.
The Legatus grunted and hooked a finger at a pretty dark-eyed masseur. “They’re long gone. I told the Senate in my last communication that they had doubtless scurried across the water to their heathen isle.”
“It’s the logical conclusion.” Maximus agreed with his commander. Had the Druids attempted to escape over the border into Britannia, the legionaries would surely have captured them.
“Of course it is. The Druids pose no immediate threat to us here.” The Legatus unwound his towel as the masseur approached with her oils. “Undoubtedly at some point we’ll need to crush their stranglehold across the strait, but we’re not at that strategic point as yet.”
Maximus rose, and his commander arranged himself facedown on the bench.
“You informed the Senate of this?”
The Legatus grunted as the girl began to oil his back. “I did.” Then he opened one eye and looked up at Maximus. “Meet with me after assembly tomorrow. We have matters of import to discuss.”
It was both dismissal and permission to continue with his plans for the night. Maximus gave a sharp nod of respect and turned on his heel, instantly relegating the bloodthirsty Druids to the back of his mind.
He had an assignation to keep.
Carys peered through the arched entrance of the gigantic circular mound of earth, within which they all now lived, toward the cromlech. Aeron, as always, prowled the perimeter of the monoliths as if he were their self-appointed gaoler.
She ducked back inside and leaned against the smooth earthen wall. Her friend Morwyn, an acolyte of the Morrigan, clasped her hand in sympathy. “Aeron?”
“He doesn’t usually stand guard until just before the sun sets.” And there were almost three hours until then. Plenty of time to ride to the Cauldron and undertake the necessary preparations.
But only if she could slip past Aeron unnoticed.
Morwyn squeezed her fingers. “I’ll distract him for you.” A knowing smile lit her face, which caused Carys to give her a searching glance. She had told the older woman she needed to see someone urgently, with the implication that it was a medical emergency.
So why did Morwyn have that look of barely suppressed glee on her face? As if she guessed Carys was going to meet a secret lover?
“Thank you.” Carys decided to give more credence to her deception. “Because I’ve given my word, Morwyn. It’s imperative I see this person.”
“Of course it is,” Morwyn said, nodding far more vigorously than the situation warranted. “And Aeron will never let you leave if he sees you.” She stepped to the threshold before turning back. “I’ll lead him away from here,” she whispered. “But hurry. I don’t have what he requires to maintain his interest for more than a few moments at most.”
Carys watched Morwyn saunter toward Aeron, and wondered why he had never shown any interest in her. Morwyn made no secret of the fact she wanted Aeron in her bed, and it was a source of much good-natured teasing among their fellow acolytes.
Not that the dark-haired, vivacious beauty ever lacked for bed partners. And neither, until fleeing to this sacred place, had Aeron. But, since his tastes favored the young of either sex outside their spiritual circle, as far as Carys could gather, he’d been celibate for the last seven moons.
That could, she supposed, be the reason why he had started to press his attentions on her again.
She suppressed a shudder at the thought of once again becoming his lover. And wondered why, of all the acolytes, he had chosen her as the only Druid he ever fucked.
“Aeron.” Morwyn’s voice interrupted her thoughts. She watched the other woman run her arm along Aeron’s, saw the way he imperiously brushed her touch aside. “I had a dream—a vision. I need your guidance.”
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