Untold Tales (15 page)

“I know.” He could not find the words, but he sensed her growing disquiet. A walled garden was hardly suitable for a Goddess.

“She will need you. Protect her, let her grow.”

“I’ll do my best.”

The Goddess of All smiled, sadly. A tear slipped down her cheek. “So much depends upon her.”

His eyes narrowed. “I thought you said there was no vision?”

“Only a hope. A spark in the darkness.” There was fear in her voice. And Oenghus realized that she was holding something back. She did not know if they would be reunited.

His eyes flickered down to her belly, as if he could peer into the womb that held the tiny spirit of flame. As if the child sensed his gaze, Yasine’s belly hardened, contracting with a cramp of pain, and a tremor. Yasine closed her eyes. It had begun.

When the contraction released its hold, Oenghus cupped her face. “I don’t want to let you go.”

“And I don’t want to let go,” she admitted. “I will need your strength, my love.” He kissed her lips, and her tears mingled with their breath, tasting of grief. “I must go to my garden.”

It took effort to release her, to stand and help her find her feet. Every moment felt as if it were their last. Another contraction gave her pause and he rubbed her back as she rode it out.

“An attendant will summon you,” she said.

“Aye.”

“Bring Morigan.”

Again, he nodded, and she stepped into the moonlight.

7
^th
of Greentide, 1994 A.S.

THE
HOURS
PASSED
, one after another, like a slow march towards death. Each step grew with intensity, and Oenghus was powerless to halt the pangs of birth and the inevitable conclusion.

Yasine did not need either healer. But he stayed with her as she paced her garden, back and forth, with the restlessness of something wild. When her body was ready, she squatted by her pond, gripping the roots for support.

The Sylph barely made a noise, until the final push. But it was not a grunt, or a cry, it was a chant. A quiet, breathless song in a language both familiar and foreign—the language of trees and earth and all that lived. It was like a breath and with a gasp, the infant slipped free.

Oenghus caught the child in one large hand, expecting to be burnt, but the tiny infant was flesh and blood and as slippery as every child he had ever delivered. His daughter’s first cry was like a tremulous note of a bird finding its song. But he took little pleasure in the new life when another was at its end.

Yasine fell to the ground and curled in the moss, still chanting as she fought for breath. She began to glow with warmth, filling the dark garden with light.

“Yasine—” he began, but the glow intensified and gathered, pulsing along the cord, filling the tiny infant cradled in his hand. As the warmth entered the child, the color drained from the mother—all the life flowed into her daughter until the Sylph was worn and pale beyond words.

The light flared, the infant sneezed, and a puff of flame burst from her drooping ears. The child began to cry as the light faded.

Morigan reined in her surprise, and moved to deliver the placenta before wrapping Yasine in a blanket.

“Yasine,” he called her name, feeling the life draining from her. The mark on his back faded, until she clung to this realm by a single thread. There was no strength left in her.

Morigan checked for bleeding, put a hand on the Sylph’s forehead, noting her temperature, and then found her erratic pulse “She needs bolstering, Oen. I don’t understand what’s wrong.”

Panic clutched at Oenghus’ heart. He could stop her death, bolster her spirit with his own, but one look from Yasine stilled him. With her eyes, she pleaded.

“Oenghus,” Morigan said, firmly.

“It’s my will, Morigan,” the Sylph breathed. The words nearly broke him. And realization paled the kindly healer. “Watch him for me, please.”

“I had a mind to already,” Morigan replied.

“I know,” she smiled. “Let me hold my daughter.”

Oenghus propped Yasine up, and pressed the child to her breast. His daughter stopped her squalling and suckled eagerly.

The Sylph smiled down at her daughter. “Isiilde,” she whispered and looked at Oenghus for his opinion.

“A fine name,” he croaked, struggling with choice, even as Yasine struggled with breath.

“Please,” she begged. “Let me go.”

“You don’t ask much.”

“Only from you.” Yasine paused to swallow. It seemed a great effort. “Let her find her own path.”

“I’ll be a father to her—as with any other child.”

The Sylph closed her eyes, and did not speak again. Slowly, the mark ebbed on his back and he felt her spirit grow distant as her body grew cold, until it was nothing but a shell. Oenghus buried his nose in her hair, aching to join his Sylph.

A touch finally pierced the emptiness in his heart.

“Oen,” Morigan said. “The babe will get cold.”

He nodded and gently removed Yasine’s arms from her child, and took his daughter in hand. All was blurry. He sniffed and wiped his eyes with a brisk hand. His vision cleared. Bright emerald eyes met his, wide and curious, and full of life.

Oenghus poked her tiny foot and she pushed against his fingertip. “I swear,” he said to his daughter.

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