Dark Sword 05: Shadow Highlander (38 page)

“A beautiful morning,” Logan said as he walked up.

Galen nodded.

“Is Reaghan with the other Druids?”

Galen cracked his knuckles and faced Logan, Reaghan’s words of love echoing in Galen’s head. “Aye. I made her promise she would stay in the dungeon until I came for her.”

“You think Deirdre will try to take her?”

“I think Deirdre will take all of us if she’s able.”

Logan rubbed his jaw, his gaze moving across the sky, following the flight of the peregrine. “I’ve seen the bird every day, Galen. It has to be connected to Deirdre regardless of what Quinn said.”

“One battle at a time. We send the MacClures and wyrran back to Deirdre, and then we can capture the falcon.”

“Speaking of the MacClures, Broc just returned from his shadowing of our attackers. Look.”

Galen raised his gaze to see a dark mass plummet from the clouds. Broc’s large, dark wings were folded against his body for more speed.

Broc flew over the bailey and yelled, “They’ve come!”

Galen unleashed his god in the next heartbeat. He flexed his hand, his claws scraping the stones. After a shared glance with Logan, they jumped from the battlement to the ground outside the castle wall.

Galen wanted to be the first to encounter their attackers. Several of the Warriors were spread over the land, with the remaining Warriors on the battlement waiting to stop anyone or anything from getting inside the castle.

The MacLeods stood sentry at the castle. They were the last defense for the Druids, and Galen knew the brothers wouldn’t allow anyone to pass.

The only Druid who wasn’t hidden with the others was Isla. She stood with Hayden at the top of the south tower in case the shield needed to be lowered to allow the Druids inside.

Now, with the MacClures nearly upon them, Galen was surprised Hayden hadn’t carried Isla to the dungeons himself. He was very protective of his woman, as was evidenced in the way he stood in front of her, blocking her from potential attacks.

Broc continued his flight, alerting them to the MacClures’ movements and how quickly they approached. “They come on the right. Be prepared!”

“Let the battle begin,” Logan murmured.

Galen followed Logan’s gaze and spotted the MacClures as they guided their horses toward the edge of the shield. They rode on the right-hand side of the village just as Broc had said they would. Galen took a step toward the MacClures, only to halt at Broc’s shout.

“The Druids!”

Galen paused. On the other side of the village was a group of Druids running toward them. They were screaming, calling out for Sonya. And just as they had all feared, the wyrran took notice and started toward them.

“Shite,” Galen said, and looked back at the castle. “Lower the shield!”

Fallon gave a nod to Isla. A breath later, magic passed over Galen as Isla removed the shield.

“Get the Druids to the castle,” Galen told Logan as the MacClures gave a battle cry and charged.

Galen was ready. His god rose up inside him, bellowed his rage, and demanded blood, demanded casualties. Galen had no doubt all their gods would be appeased this day.

He dodged a sword from his first attacker and knocked the MacClure off his mount. Galen had no desire to kill the horses in an attempt to unseat their attackers, but he would if necessary.

Before the MacClure could roll to his knees, Galen had jumped on his back and jerked his head to the side, breaking the man’s neck.

More MacClures raced toward Galen. The ground shook with the thunder of hoofbeats. The horses shied away from the wyrran who ran among them, causing the MacClures to spend vast amounts of energy and time bringing their mounts under control.

Galen used it to his advantage, leaping from horse to horse and killing the men before they even knew what was happening.

For the first time Galen embraced his god. He let the thoughts and feelings that rushed through him each time he touched a MacClure or their horses feed his god. Galen’s only thought was to decimate the MacClures so they would leave. The wyrran could easily be taken care of once the mortals were gone.

And to his surprise, he began to stop experiencing the emotions of others. Soon, he was touching them and feeling nothing. But with just a thought, he could be in their minds.

Finally—finally!—after two hundred and fifty years he was learning to control his god. All he had needed to do was embrace his power.

Galen threw back his head and roared after killing another MacClure. When he looked up it was to find Hayden shooting fire from his hands not far from Galen.

It caused the horses to rear in fear, sending their riders tumbling to the ground where Ramsey waited to kill them.

*   *   *

Reaghan wrapped her arms around her middle and tried to act calm for Braden’s benefit. Even though they all tried to laugh and talk about mundane things, the boy could sense their apprehension.

“We need to help them,” Braden said.

Cara knelt in front of him and smiled. “Braden, the Warriors don’t need us. We would only be in the way.”

“Nay,” he said. “They could be injured. They need us.”

“Braden, please,” Fiona said, and pulled him into her lap.

Odara helped Fiona to soothe Braden and after a moment he relaxed in his mother’s arms.

Reaghan took a deep breath and tried not to think about Galen. He had brought her to the dungeons hours before dawn. The others had already been here, and as soon as she was inside, the door was shut and Larena stood guard.

No matter how hard she strained her ears, Reaghan could hear nothing. They sat in silence, the two candles giving off limited light as they waited and hoped for Braden to fall asleep.

Reaghan wasn’t sure how much time passed before Cara let out a small sigh and whispered, “Both Fiona and Braden are asleep.”

Marcail moved to the door and pressed her ear against it. “I can hear nothing yet.”

“You will,” Cara said.

The longer Reaghan waited, the more frayed her nerves became. And then, they heard the roar of the Warriors.

Reaghan’s heart tumbled to her feet and her skin grew clammy. They could hear the pounding of horse’s hooves, the shouts of the MacClures. And the shrieks of the wyrran.

Marcail sat with her hand on her stomach and her eyes closed. Cara had an arm around Marcail’s shoulders, offering what little comfort she could.

Sonya was on the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest and her forehead resting on them. She hadn’t spoken a word since Reaghan had entered the dungeon.

“Sonya,” she said.

The red-haired Druid lifted her head, her amber eyes red from her tears.

“Your sister will be safe. I know Broc and the others will see that it’s so.”

A single tear fell from Sonya’s eye. “I pray you are right.”

Suddenly, Odara let out a strangled cry, her hand over her heart. Reaghan rushed to the elder. “What is it? Odara, tell me what’s wrong.”

“Let me,” Sonya said, and laid a gentle hand on Reaghan’s shoulder.

Reaghan hurried to move out of the way and allow Sonya room. Odara’s face began to turn red as she struggled to take in a breath.

“It’s her heart,” Sonya said.

Reaghan saw uncertainty in Sonya’s amber gaze and that gave her pause. It was almost as if the Druid were afraid. Reaghan didn’t understand. From what she had been told, Sonya’s healing magic was very powerful. Surely she could help Odara.

“What is it, Sonya?” Cara asked as she and Marcail came near.

After a moment Sonya shook her head. “We must hurry. Odara’s heart is giving out.”

“Nay,” Reaghan whispered as she met Odara’s frightened green gaze.

The three Druids held their hands, palms down and fingers outstretched, over Odara. After a heartbeat, Reaghan joined her hands with theirs. She prayed her magic would join in and help Odara. Reaghan felt the magic rush from her to mix with that of the others. It moved around the small chamber and into the elder. It didn’t take long for Odara’s raspy breaths to even out, and her eyes closed as if she rested.

Reaghan thought everything was going to be fine until Marcail winced and said, “Reaghan. We need more of your magic. We’re losing Odara.”

She didn’t argue, just focused on more of the magic inside her. Reaghan called to her magic, begging it to rise stronger within her.

Her breath locked in her chest when her magic answered. Its commanding strength surged through her and then out of her hands and into Odara.

Reaghan’s body began to hum as the magic filled every pore. Time slowed, held no meaning, as she heard a soft chanting in her head. The words were ancient. They were words she knew and recognized.

There was so much magic filling Reaghan that it felt as if her skin would burst from it. She wanted to bask in it, to revel in the pure joy it brought her.

And somewhere in the soothing chant of voices in her mind she heard her name. She concentrated, seeking the source. It took what felt like hours before the sound of her name grew stronger as her mind latched on to it.

It was a deep voice, a male voice. Tears filled her eyes as she realized it was her father’s voice. His words were like a blur as they penetrated her mind. She didn’t understand what he was saying. The more she tried to slow his words to understand them, the faster he spoke.

Until he—and the chanting—was gone.

Reaghan opened her eyes and looked at the elder. Odara took a deep breath and everyone relaxed, her face once more peaceful. Reaghan waited until Sonya dropped her hands before she did the same.

“Thank you,” Reaghan said.

Sonya smiled, but the sadness in her eyes stunned Reaghan. “Nay, thank you. Without your magic, I fear she would be gone.”

“Rest, Reaghan,” Cara said. “I will watch over Odara.”

Marcail tucked a blanket around Odara and looked at Sonya. “Is everything all right?”

“Aye. I’m just worried for my sister,” Sonya said.

But Sonya had been looking at Reaghan when she spoke. Reaghan sensed the lie for what it was. She kept it to herself as she resumed her seat against the wall. Her mind was filled with the knowledge that she did have magic, great magic.

It had felt good to have it flow through her. As joyous as it was, she wanted to sort through the jumble of words her father had somehow sent her.

Reaghan buried her face in her hands as the sounds of the battle filled the dungeon. Her ears rang with the shouts from the men and the roars of the Warriors. She thought of Galen and prayed he would survive and stay out of Deirdre’s reach.

To help turn her mind from thoughts of Galen being captured, Reaghan closed her eyes. Moment by moment the sounds around her faded as she delved deeper into her mind, searching for the message from her father. She sensed it was important, sensed she needed to decipher it quickly.

His message seemed to be in some kind of code, one in which Reaghan didn’t know how to break. But she wasn’t going to give up. All the answers she needed were in her mind. If anyone could break through the spell, it had to be her.

She nearly screamed with jubilation when a few of her father’s words became clear to her. Other words were still jumbled, almost as if they weren’t meant to be understood.

Her stomach fell to her feet when her mind translated words which spoke of the spell. But what about it? Was he giving her a clue to breaking it?

Reaghan didn’t know how long she had sat, lost in her thoughts, when she heard a soft creak. It brought her out of her musing. She opened her eyes and saw Odara still asleep, and Cara and Marcail resting beside her. Sonya had her legs to her chest once more with her forehead resting on her knees. But it wasn’t until Reaghan looked at Fiona’s sleeping form that she realized Braden wasn’t in the chamber.

Reaghan rose and walked to the entry. The door was open only a crack, not wide enough for any of them to get through.

But wide enough for a wyrran. Or a small boy.

Reaghan didn’t hesitate. She threw open the door and yelled for Braden as she raced down the long corridor.

Only a few torches were lit, casting dark shadows everywhere, but Reaghan never stopped. She raced up the stairs to the great hall and skidded to a halt in front of Larena.

Larena stood with her feet braced apart, her hands on her hips. “What are you doing?”

“Braden,” Reaghan said as she tried to breathe. “He’s gone. I think he went to help the Warriors.”

“By the saints,” Larena cursed, her face going white. “I’ll go look for him.”

Reaghan grabbed Larena’s arm. “Nay. You must guard the others. I’ll look for Braden.”

Larena’s lips thinned in displeasure. “Hurry back.”

“I will.”

Reaghan hoped it was a promise she could keep. Already she had broken her pledge to Galen to stay in the dungeon, but she couldn’t let Braden get caught in the fighting. He was but a lad who knew nothing of battle or weapons.

She ran into the bailey and looked to the battlements, but she didn’t see Braden amid the Warriors battling wyrran. Her ears throbbed with the deafening roars and piercing shrieks.