Hexed

pride in their abilities, it’s called hubris. I don’t think there’s a word for when immortals do the same. « She regarded me stonily, unrepentant. » So. What will you do when I release you from Fragarach? «
    She really didn’t want to answer this one, and I had to wait until the spell forced her to comply. » I will tear the amulet from your neck and then set you on fire once you are unprotected. «
    › What? Where’s the gravy? ‹
    I sighed. She wouldn’t be able to tear the amulet from me, but that didn’t matter as much as her stated intentions. » Well, that puts us in a very awkward position, doesn’t it? I’d rather that both of us lived and found some way to part amicably. Tell me, Brighid, why do you feel I deserve to die? «
    » I still think you’re the Morrigan’s man. And you humiliated me. «
    » I’m not the Morrigan’s anything. I am my own man. And any humiliation you feel is justly deserved, because you have behaved inexcusably. We’ve already established that it was your actions, not mine, that breached hospitality. You’re behaving like a petulant child and not taking responsibility for your actions, like one of the blasted Olympians. And I would like to point out that you have not suffered publicly. No one knows what you have done. It can remain our secret, and I think that this is a breach we can mend. What say you? Are you willing to negotiate a peace, or are you resolved that I must die for imagined offenses? «
    » Release me and I will negotiate with you. «
    I laughed at her. » I wasn’t born yesterday, as the people here are fond of saying. For perhaps a short time you will negotiate. After that, you will try to kill me, correct? «
    Brighid gritted her teeth, frustrated that I had seen through her » truth « so easily.
    » Yes, « she admitted, after trying in vain to resist answering.
    » I thought as much. So, you see, I must keep you under this spell to ensure you negotiate in good faith. «
    » I have no such assurance from you. «
    » Well, I haven’t killed you yet when you’ve given me ample cause; I’ve never broken hospitality with you; and I’ve remained faithful to you for over two thousand years. I don’t think you should be questioning my moral character right now. You cannot say any of those things to me. You have behaved rashly, even stupidly, Brighid, because you fear the Morrigan is out to get you, and if I had behaved with the same lack of restraint, you’d be dead and the Morrigan would already be First among the Fae. And it can still turn out that way. « I leaned forward and pointed at her with my free hand. » You have wronged me, Brighid. And you owe me an apology. Much depends on your answer. What say you? «
    » An apology wrung from me at the point of a sword would be worthless. «
    » I beg to differ. At the point of this particular sword it would have to be heartfelt, or else you wouldn’t be able to say it. So this is a fundamental test of your constitution. Can you admit that you were wrong? Most deities can’t; it’s simply impossible for them. But you were human once, before we Irish made you gods. Take your time and think about it. «
    Brighid’s eyes flashed with a blue flame, and I wondered if she had learned to do that just so she could compete with the Morrigan’s red flashes. Maybe I should try to figure out how to make my eyes flash green so I could freak out the baristas at Starbucks. » No, you foolish mortal, « I’d say as my eyes glowed, » I ordered a nonfat latte. «
    The goddess broke eye contact and focused on emptiness, pressing her lips together, her jaw muscles visibly flexing. She clenched her fists and her entire body began to smoke, with isolated flames erupting here and there on her skin. I assumed she was dealing with anger issues.
    Keep quiet while she’s doing this, okay? She’s forgotten you’re there and I don’t want to remind her . Oberon nodded that he heard and understood.
    At length the fires went out and she relaxed, her muscles unclenching and the tension sloughing off her shoulders. She took several deep, shuddering breaths but eventually sighed deeply, placed her hands flat on the table, and looked down at her lap.
    » Siodhachan, I have breached hospitality with you in an egregious manner. Please accept my sincerest apologies for my behavior. «
    » Fairly spoken, Brighid. I accept your apology. But let us discuss the future now. If I release you from Fragarach’s spell, will