The House Of Gaian

toward Willowsbrook. Take no chances, because discovery could destroy everything.
    He’d been careful, but he’d had a rough minute or two when he spotted the female. Luckily she’d suspected nothing, had seen nothing. So now he was heading back toward the army that was no more than two or three days’ march away from this place. He was returning in triumph.
    Not only had he gotten the special creatures the Master Inquisitor wanted, he’d gotten something Master Adolfo wanted even more.
    A witch.
    Aiden tied the sash around his waist, then tugged at the hem of his dress tunic to make sure it still hung straight. He looked at his harp, rubbed his thumbs over the pads of his still-tender fingers, and shook his head. It would have to be one of his pipes tonight.
    “Maybe it’s for the best.”
    Turning, he studied Lyrra’s reflection in the mirror. She, too, had worn her best outfit, and she’d left her hair loose so that it flowed down her back. Her eyes were puffy from the tears she’d shed, but it only made her look more beautiful—the Muse who not only touched the world but was touched by it. “What’

    s for the best?”
    “That Nuala died now.”
    Aiden frowned. “How can you say that?”
    Lyrra turned to face him. “She went to sleep and never woke up. Isn’t that better than dying slowly from a mortal wound, or feeling an arrow bury itself in flesh? She won’t know the fear and pain, she won’t watch anyone she loves suffer. She won’t know what happens here if... we fail.”
    He walked over to her, drew her into his arms. “We won’t fail. What has gathered here is more than I’d dared hope for. The Fae have come down from Tir Alainn, the House of Gaian has come out of their hills, and the humans are standing with us. Even the Small Folk are preparing to fight. This battle won’t be shining and glorious. It will be desperate and brutal... and people will die. Neither of us can be of any use on that battlefield when the time comes, but we have the power of words, Lyrra. We can sing the songs that feed the heart, tell the stories that offer comfort. And later, we can sing of the glory of courage and tell stories about how all the peoples of Sylvalan stood together to face a common enemy. We need to remember that we stood together— and we’ll need to honor the dead.” He drew back enough to kiss her forehead. “And that’s what we need to do now.”
    He released her long enough to fetch his pipe, then slipped an arm around her waist to lead her out of the room.
    Liam waited for them in the front hall, along with Baron Donovan; his wife, Gwenn; and Gwynith, a western Lady of the Moon. They went out to the open carriage that was big enough for all of them since Liam was driving and invited Aiden to join him on the driver’s seat.
    “Selena, Rhyann, and Ashk have already gone to the place Breanna and Keely chose,” Liam said quietly after flicking the reins over his team’s back to signal them to move on. “My mother has gone to the Old Place to drop off some dishes for the supper afterward. We’ve still got a few hours left before full dark, but I doubt anyone will want to linger after paying their respects.”
    “Where is the place where Nuala will be laid to rest?” Aiden asked.
    “Near the brook. There’s a place that has a ‘sitting stone’ and a curve of rose bushes close by that Nuala had planted years ago. She liked to sit there and listen to the water.” Liam sighed. “We would have given Nuala back to the Great Mother wherever Breanna chose, but I know Ashk is relieved that it’s open ground, and, frankly, so am I.”
    Aiden nodded. “No chance of nighthunters attacking before they can be seen.”
    “Yes.”
    They made the rest of the trip in silence until they crossed the bridge over Willow’s Brook and saw all the conveyances lined up beside the road.
    “I didn’t expect so many humans to come here,” Aiden said.
    “My father made certain I remained ignorant of the witches who lived here,” Liam replied with a trace of bitterness. “But I’ve learned since that my ignorance wasn’t common. Nuala was a fine woman. She was respected by her neighbors, which is more than I can say about my father.” He secured the reins and got down, then nodded to the boy who came forward to lead the carriage away as soon as the others had stepped down.

    Taking Lyrra’s hand, Aiden followed Liam to the spot where the mourners gathered. People stepped aside to let