Spirit of the Mist by O'Kerry Janeen

Author:O'Kerry, Janeen [O'Kerry, Janeen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2013-08-19T22:00:00+00:00

The full moon drifted high over the beach, bright white against the night sky, only occasionally shadowed by the faint gray-black shadows of the clouds. The air was unusually cool and a mist was rising, rolling along the sand at the very base of the cliffs, where a few wild grasses grew.

Muriel waded barefoot into the sea, dipped her bronze basin into the cold water, and carried it to a large seaweed-draped boulder. For the space of several heartbeats she closed her eyes and stood with her head lowered, bracing herself with both hands against the cold, rough surface of the rock.

She did not know if she could do this. She was afraid to think that perhaps the water mirror would fail her this time—and equally afraid to think that it would not.

Muriel became aware that two druids stood on either side of her. She looked up and saw a large group of men and women gathered at the edge of the beach. Nearly all of the warriors and druids and their wives, it seemed, had come out to witness this. And in front of them, standing on the sand between the crowd and the sea, stood Brendan and Gill.

Muriel took a deep breath of the cool sea air and then stood up straight. “Take them to stand at the place where the sea meets the land,” she commanded. “That is the place that is not the sea, for a man can stand upon it; but neither is it land, for the sea washes over it. It is a place that is both land and sea, and a place that is neither. It is a place of power.”

She watched as the two men walked together and stood barefoot and ankle-deep in the rushing surf. Both were dressed only in simple linen tunics and breeches with no gold or bronze or any other metals anywhere on their bodies, their heads and faces bare and open to the night wind and rising mist. They were two men of equal height, one with short white hair ruffled by the night breeze and the other with golden brown locks flowing nearly to his shoulders.

“Stand back-to-back, though with a little space between you,” Muriel told them. “The older man faces east, while the younger one faces west, in the same path as the moon—and at this moment it will shine down equally upon you both.”

The two men did as she commanded, with Gill facing east and Brendan looking out to sea to the west.

Muriel gazed down at the dark surface of the water in her bronze basin, willing herself to see nothing else, and lowered her fingertips until they touched the cold liquid surface.

“Gill…show me who you are.”

The moon shone down bright and clear, and an image soon formed in the water mirror. Muriel saw a young boy, a child with golden brown hair and one eye of brown and the other of bright blue, wearing the plain ragged clothes and iron bands of the

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