Mistress of the Gods by Rex Sumner

Author:Rex Sumner [Sumner, Rex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Fantasy
Publisher: MyVoice Publishing
Published: 2018-03-11T16:00:00+00:00

The Tuatha da Danann

Susan returned to her room in a pensive mood. On the one hand her arm might ache, but you could not deny it worked, all but fully healed. But the bill had been high. A dark suspicion lingered in her mind that perhaps it had not been broken after all, but an excuse to get more money out of her. Surely elves would never do such a thing? Well, they wouldn’t rape you, either.

Her funds were depleted, and she must reconsider her plans as she no longer had enough reserve to last the year she intended. Naomi had her wagon and horses, working with an elven trading company, but she couldn’t take money from them at present. Naomi would be gone for another three months on a trip anyway. She could sell the palfrey, Rina, she supposed. Her worth here was a tenth her value in Barndton, for the elves had no use for small horses. All of a sudden she wanted to leave Coillearnacha, and wondered where else she could go. West Port? The Fearaigh people were different to Galicians and Harrheinians, much cleaner and she liked them.

She pushed open the door of her room and sat on the bed, tired. Her chest sat in the corner; she used it to store small items that did not wrinkle, with herbs to keep the pests away. Elves did not use a garderobe, the drop to a midden from an inside toilet, where the people of Harrhein hung their clothes, the fumes keeping the moths at bay. Instead they used the water of the tree to wash away their body functions, taken down to a reservoir underneath for use as fertiliser for the tree. Her silks hung free in the room, seemingly not a target for pests. She checked them every day for damage, and now she stood with a sigh and went through them carefully, surprised at the lack of moths. She evaluated her clothes, wondering whether it would be better to buy another chest or leave them behind.

“Darling, you’re back! We were so worried about you.” It was Fionuir, rushing into the room and bending down to give Susan a hug. Pain shot through her and she winced. “Oh, your poor arm, silly me! It will be tender for at least another month. Now let me look at you.”

She sat down on the bed, pulling Susan beside her and inspected her, cradling her face between her hands so Susan couldn’t escape before trying to pull her dress down so she could examine her shoulder.

“Stop it, Fionuir, I am fine. Just a bit tired.”

“I’m not surprised. You are thin, drawn and look exhausted. Of course, you haven’t eaten for a week. Come on, let’s go to the kitchen, I am sure we can find you something.”

Despite her half-hearted protests, Fionuir dragged her to the kitchen and proceeded to stuff her with anything she could find, even finding a goblet of nectar, which Susan viewed with grave suspicion.

“Don’t worry, this is the gentle one, which you enjoyed.

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