The Magic Knot by Helen Scott Taylor

Author:Helen Scott Taylor [Taylor, Helen Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-1-4285-0606-0
Publisher: LOVE SPELL
Published: 2009-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Two days later, Rose peered out the back window of the rental car as dusk fell over the Wicklow Mountains of southern Ireland, turning the moorland purple. Niall stopped their SUV beside huge metal gates embellished with gold leaves and set in a seven-foot wall.

“This here’s the main entrance to Wicklow House,” Niall announced, “home of the Daoine Sidhe, descendants of the Greek gods who set foot on the Emerald Isle one Beltane thousands of years ago.”

“You told me you were Tuatha Dé Danaan.” Rose frowned. With their arrival at the Irish fairy court imminent, all the strange names and words the men had taught her in the last two days were jumbled together in her head, and she couldn’t get them straight.

“’Tis another term used for our race, lass. Theoretically, we are descended from the Tuatha Dé Danaan, though very few of us are considered worthy of the name.”

Rose held up her hand to stop his explanation. “Keep it simple for me. What do I call the Irish fairies?”

“Daoine Sidhe,” Niall replied.

“Or Sheagh Sidhe,” Michael said. “And don’t go forgetting what we told you about the elements. We’re all of the earth, so our powers are grounded, but you’ll see air elementals who can become invisible and walk unseen, and the queen is a fire elemental.”

“Enough.” Rose rubbed her eyes, then remembered her eye shadow and looked at the smear of gold on her hand. She wasn’t used to a lot of makeup. No doubt the gold powder would be smudged all over her face by the time she made her grand entrance.

Nightshade patted her shoulder reassuringly. He knelt in the back of the SUV like a giant dog with his arms resting on the seat beside her, so he had room for his wings. Niall had tried five rental car companies before he found an SUV with privacy glass. “Don’t fret, Rosenwyn. You have equal status to Ciar, my sweet. Believe in yourself. Act the part. Never show weakness.”

“Ciar’s been a queen for two thousand years. I’ve just about managed two days. It takes a little getting used to, you know.” Feeling like a kid on her first day of school, she glanced down at the lovely dress Niall had persuaded her to buy in Dublin: green silk with a scattering of transparent sequins across the front glittering like water droplets on a leaf. It was the type of dress her mother would have loved, the type of dress Rose eschewed in favor of plain business suits. She’d spent years molding her professional image; now everything she believed about herself was being turned on its head. She rolled her eyes to heaven. Someone up there had moved the goalposts on her, big-time, and the closer she got to meeting Ciar, the less sure Rose was that she herself could carry off the role of queen.

Rose sighed. “Okay. If we’re going in, let’s do it. How do we open these gates?”

“We shan’t be entering here,” Niall said. “It’ll be impossible to find the house.

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