The Selkie Bride (23 page)
He released me at once, and Lachlan took my arm and flung me away. I couldn’t see much after that for the turbulence in the water. But once I reached the surface and had grabbed a few more breaths, I again forced myself under the waves for another look at the battle. As I had hoped, the finman appeared dead, his chest sporting a hollow cavity that had imploded with the entry of the talisman.
I didn’t fight Herman as he again snapped my hair in his teeth and began paddling for shore, towing me
like a fish on a line. A moment later I was joined by Lachlan, who took over the task of ferrying me to land. Over his shoulder I saw Eonan, dragging what was left of the finman’s carcass. He did not look like a conquering hero, aglow with the satisfaction of having vanquished an enemy. His face was white, nearly bloodless, and he and Lachlan both had wounds.
Poor Eonan, I thought. He never gets to carry the girl.
But we were alive, all of us. And the finman was dead.
Houses live and die: there is a time for building…and a time for the wind to break the loosened panes.
—T. S. Eliot
We returned to the cottage and found another finman. He lay on the floor, surrounded by a pool of white ichor, and was a smaller version of the creature Eonan carried. He was also apparently weaker, at least magically, because Herman had been able to kill him without our assistance. I think perhaps the cat received some help, because there was a pair of familiar scissors on the floor, but of Fergus’s shadow thieves we saw no other sign. Mayhap they had also been freed by the death of the finman. I had no love for them or of Fergus, but I hoped their souls had moved on.
The two bodies were loaded into the massive fireplace and set to burning. It required a lot of coal and peat and the rest of my driftwood to set them ablaze, but once started, the fire was hot and they burned satisfactorily. When the bodies were ashes and lumps
of bone, Lachlan moved the giant table and retrieved the heart. It was by then a mass of goo, but he poured this into the fire and then smashed the crystal box and let it burn as well.
I don’t know precisely when the change happened, but when I saw Herman next he had returned to house-cat size. He looked the same, but I sensed a difference, and I wondered if it was because Fergus’s soul had departed from the finman and that this had in turn set him free. Or perhaps it was just that he no longer needed to be fierce and large.
I had more sewing to do that afternoon, but it was easier this time to close up the wounds on Eonan and Lachlan’s skins. They were, after all, only physical and not magical injuries. It occurred to me, though, as I worked with surprisingly steady hands, that I had crossed a line—a big one that estranged me forever from my old life. I had killed…not a human, but still a sentient being, and not an animal raised for food. It had been necessary and in a good cause, but by the standards to which I had been raised, this would forever mark me as Cain. But what else could I have done? Nothing. And I felt no regret for fighting beside Eonan and Lachlan and saving my babies. In fact, I was better off for it. At that moment of decision, I had really begun living.
Yes, now I could live my life without looking back and regretting the choices I had failed to make because I was too timid. I had paid back any debt I owed Duncan for failing to protect him during our marriage, if indeed there had been one. I’d freed Fergus
from a fate truly worse than death, and I had rid Findloss of its monster. All in all, this seemed to me a good day’s work.
My own injuries were superficial. Lachlan laved the wounds on my feet so that they did not hurt so much, and then bound them up with clean linen. Eonan kept me supplied with tea and a strange selection of foods, which I ate without comment except to say thanks for his efforts.
I had hoped that Eonan would stay the night, but he elected to leave once the sun set; someone had to spread the word that the finmen were dead and that he and Lachlan had survived. It was decided that he would make no mention of the babies I carried. After some thought—probably brought about by his visit to Avocamor—Lachlan decided that perhaps we would like to spend some time with a clan of friendly sea kelpies; this would prepare me for the rest. Still too stunned by events to make any decisions of my own, I simply agreed to the plan. We would have to leave Findloss; that I knew.
“Wi’ the finman gone the village will slowly be reburied. It was his will and magic that kept the sea and sand frae being called inland. Now there is nothing to stop the evil spell from taking back Findloss.”
“I know. It makes me sad, but after all, it is only a house. We have our lives—all of our lives,” I said, brushing my stomach. “That is far more important than property.”
Lachlan knelt at my feet and offered me his hand. “This has been a time of surprise fer me. But sometimes
life sets the terms of existence, and who am I tae quibble? Though I’ve said nowt of it afore, I want ye to ken that I appreciate wham you are—and am at peace wi’ whatever roads ye traveled to arrive here. All of it, good and ill, went intae the making of ye. I couldnae ask fer anyone braver or mair bonny. Yer advent intae my life was unexpected but welcome.”
“And I feel this way about you. How could I want you to have had any other life if it would change who you are?” If he could overlook my being a Mac-Codrum and married to a Culbin, then I could get over my envy of his dead wife. From what Eonan had said, it was his human wife who had taught Lachlan to love.
“Are ye nowt sorry we met then? Yer life waud be verra different if ye’d gone on yer way in ignorance of the other warld.”
“No. I am not the least bit sorry—not for any of it.” A moment’s honest reflection told me that this was true. For all my concern about facing my unknown future, I would not want to go back to the days of ignorance. The state has been likened to bliss, but my supposed bliss was always overshadowed by smothering rules, bitterness and worry. It all seemed so petty now: A sad life that belonged to someone else who had allowed herself to be consumed with worry over petty things.
“I am offering ye a last chance. I’ve gold enough tae buy ye any sort of home ye might wish for. Ye can yet be free of me and make a new life among yer kind if ye desire.”
I thought briefly of all the people I could be if I
stayed behind in the world of men. Of all the lives I could choose if I gave up Lachlan and my children. And then I put my hand in Lachlan’s and smiled.
“Your life is also changed…if we stay together,” I pointed out. “Do
you
regret meeting
me?
”
He did not hesitate. “Nowt a day or night of it.”
“Well then.”
He stared into my eyes. “And if I said that I worship ye?”
I laughed. “I should doubt your sincerity. I am too plain to be an idol.”
Lachlan laughed as well, but more faintly. “Yer anything but plain.” And to prove this, he kissed me.
“I love you, you know,” I said, a short time later.
“Aye, I kenned this when ye sewed up Eonan’s skin. For a moment I feared that it was him ye loved, but he did not behave as one besotted, which he waud hae been if ye’d stitched passion for him intae his fur.”
I snorted. “We will have to work on your turn of phrase.”
“As ye like. We’ve a’ the time in the deep, wide warld.”
For walking with his fey, her to the rock he brought, On which he oft before his necromancies wrought. And going in thereat, his magicks to have shown, She stopt the cavern’s mouth with an enchanted stone, Whose cunning strongly crost, amazed while he did stand, She captive him conveyed unto the Faerie-land.
—Melanie Jackson,
The Outsiders
The sand has encroached steadily on the village, and Findloss has all but disappeared in the days it took to finish writing this document. The villagers, the ones not killed by the finman, have awoken from whatever thrall they were under and escaped to Keil or other villages in their boats. Lachlan, Herman and I will leave tonight. The seas are calm and cooperative.
What adventures await I can only guess, but I am excited to be off to see the magical realms I never knew existed. Worry not about my well-being. I am happy and I am at last living the life I was meant to have.
Author’s Note (the real one)
I shouldn’t have to say this, but will for the sake of those who are confused. I do not have an aunt who married a selkie. This is a work of fiction—darn it!
It has been a long while since
The Selkie
and it was fun to revisit Scotland and all my finned and furred friends. Events of this book actually precede the story of
The Selkie
, so don’t be confused if you don’t see characters you remember from the first book.
A complete reference list of resource material for this novel would take up many pages, but I especially want to make mention of
The Buried Barony
by Alasdair Alpin MacGregor. This is the book you should read if you want to know more about Culbin Sands, the real Scottish town that was buried by a terrible storm and never seen again. Two other useful books were
A Field Guide To Demons, Fairies, Fallen Angels and Other Subversive Spirits
by Carol K. Mack and Dinah Mack, and my fey bible,
The World Guide to Gnomes, Fairies, Elves and Other Little People
by Thomas Keightley. Don’t go elf hunting without them.
If you ever want to visit between books and see what stories are in progress, please feel free to drop in at my
website www.melaniejackson.com or send a note to [email protected]. I always look forward to hearing from you.
Melanie Jackson
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THE NIGHT SIDE
DIVINE FANTASY
A CURIOUS AFFAIR
DIVINE NIGHT
WRIT ON WATER
DIVINE MADNESS
THE SAINT
THE MASTER
DIVINE FIRE
STILL LIFE
THE COURIER
OUTSIDERS
TRAVELER
THE SELKIE
DOMINION
BELLE
AMARANTHA
NIGHT VISITOR
MANON
IONA
LOVE SPELL
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February 2010
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