Brighid's Quest. P.C. Cast

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from us,” Brighid finally said.

      Ciara’s smile was radiant again. “No, Huntress. I am not hiding anything from you. But if it would rest your mind, I invite you to travel with me on a true spirit journey to the Upperworld, and I will pledge before Epona Herself that my words are truth.”

      Brighid felt a cold fist close around her heart. Using her innate powers to feed her Clan or to know the truth about Ciara and therefore keep the MacCallans safe, was one thing. To her it was no different than piercing the heart of a noble stag with an arrow. It was not pleasant, but it was something she must do in order to fulfill the path she had chosen for her life. But she would not travel on a spirit journey. She knew only too well who she would meet.

      “No,” she said a little too quickly. “That won’t be necessary, Ciara.”

      “You have the power within you, but you do not take the Sacred Journey?”

      “No. I am a Huntress, not a Shaman.”

      Ciara opened her mouth, and then changed her mind and simply nodded slowly. “We each must find our own path.”

      Cuchulainn stood so abruptly that he almost knocked aside the bench. “It is time I retire for the night.”

      Ciara made no attempt to hide her disappointment. “But the storytelling will begin shortly. The children will be asking for you.”

      “Not tonight,” he said curtly.

      “I, too, must ask your indulgence that you allow me to retire early. My journey here has been a long and tiring one,” Brighid said, rising gracefully and walking around the table to stand beside Cuchulainn.

      Ciara’s disappointment turned quickly to a gentle look of understanding. “Of course. Rest well tonight, Brighid.”

      Before they turned to leave, Cuchulainn said in his terse voice, “Tomorrow I want to explore the pass. I think it might be clear enough that we can begin our journey soon.”

      “That’s an excellent idea. I’ll make plans to join you,” Ciara said.

      Cuchulainn grunted. Without waiting for the Huntress, he strode briskly out the door, leaving Brighid to smile and wave apologetic goodbyes to the disappointed children.

      Torches were lit all over the settlement and it didn’t take long for Brighid’s sharp eyes to pick out his hunched back as he walked briskly between lodges. She caught up with him easily.

      “You have Shaman powers,” he said without looking at her.

      “Yes. Though I choose not to, I do have the ability to travel the Sacred Journey and to commune with the spirit realm. It’s in my blood—” she paused and glanced at his stony profile “—from my mother. She is Mairearad Dhianna.”

      Her words brought him up short. “You are the daughter of the High Shaman of the Dhianna Herd?”

      “I am.”

      “Which daughter?”

      Brighid set her face in carefully neutral lines. “The eldest.”

      He shook his head in disbelief. “But your herd’s tradition is that you follow your mother as High Shaman.”

      “I have broken with tradition.”

      “Yet you carry that power within you,” he said.

      “Yes! You sound like I just announced that I carry within me a rare plague. Your father is a High Shaman, too. Don’t you know a little of what it’s like to have the power and to choose not to walk the exact path it wishes to lead you down?”

      Cuchulainn’s jaw clenched and unclenched. “You already know the answer to that, Brighid. I want no traffic with the spirit realm.”

      The Huntress threw up her hands in frustration. “There are other ways to deal with the powers that touch our lives than to totally reject them.”

      “Not for me.” He ground out the words between his teeth.

      “Your sister is the eldest daughter of Epona’s Chosen. Tradition holds that she should follow her mother as The Beloved of Epona, yet all who know her understand that it is her destiny to be The MacCallan. She has not turned from the powers inherent in her blood. She used her affinity for earth magic to bring MacCallan Castle alive. Like her, I have chosen not to follow tradition, but I do not completely reject the gifts of my heritage.”

      He was silent, staring at her like she was a pariah. Brighid sighed, keeping her growing anger in check by reminding herself it wasn’t her he battled against—it was himself.

      “My affinity is for the spirits of animals.”

      His eyes narrowed. “That’s why your abilities as a Huntress are so vast.”

      Brighid snorted. “I like to think that I use my affinity to enhance rather than to create my abilities.”

      “I don’t see any difference in the two.”

      “Be very careful, Cuchulainn. Remember that you speak to your Clan’s Huntress. I will not tolerate your slander.” Brighid’s voice was tightly controlled, but her eyes were bright with anger.

      Cuchulainn hesitated for only an instant before he nodded slowly. “You are quite right to remind me, Huntress. Please accept my apology.”

      “Accepted,” she said shortly.

      “Would you rather lodge elsewhere?” he asked.

      She snorted again, letting some of the tension relax out of her shoulders. “Is sending me into a lodge filled with children how you plan to torture me for my transgression into the spirit realm?”

      “No,” he said quickly. “I just thought that you might not—”

      “Let’s just get some sleep.”

      “Agreed,” he said.

      They walked on in silence. Brighid could sense the turmoil within the grim warrior who stalked beside her. He was a notched arrow waiting to explode. When he spoke suddenly, his voice sounded like it came from a tomb.

      “You would have used your powers to save her, wouldn’t you?”

      She looked quickly over at him, but he did not meet her eyes.

      “Of course I would have, but my gift isn’t one of preordination. I already told you I simply have an affinity for…” But her voice faded as she realized what he was really saying. He had been forewarned of Brenna’s death by a premonition of danger. A warning he had rejected just as he had always rejected anything from the spirit realm. She stopped and placed a hand on his shoulder, turning him so that he had to look at her. “No matter how much you punish yourself or me or your sister, Brenna will remain dead.”

      “I’m not punishing you or Elphame.”

      She raised one eyebrow.

      “I—I can’t seem to get away from it!”

      “It?”

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