Time of the Celts: A Time Travel Romance (Hadrian's Wall Book 1) by Jane Stain

Author:Jane Stain [Stain, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: janestain.com
Published: 2017-07-21T16:00:00+00:00

Twelve

The walk to the sacred grove was like a party, save for the weapons everyone but the druids wore. The whole way there, the druids sang in a language that must have been even older than the Pictish one she was speaking with Breth. Many of the roots were the same, and she could catch some words of it, but most of it was just gibberish — especially because they were singing rather than talking.

“Breth, what are they singing about?”

He twinkled his eyes at her, wrinkling his nose.

“They sing of spring blossoms and fall leaves, of running deer and soaring egrets, the moon on the waters of the loch, and the wind whistling through winter’s barren branches.”

She gave him a tight sideways smile.

“If you don’t want to tell me, just say so. I’m a big girl. I can take it.”

This comment made him throw his head back and laugh so that his chest shook.

She enjoyed watching that.

He threw his arm around her and walked with her as if they’d known each other all their lives, weaving back and forth to the rhythm of the druid song.

“Oh, but I did tell you.”

Her heart soared at the feel of him holding her.

But then the druid Nechtan popped up between them, and Breth laughed and let the man butt in, letting go of her.

Looking comically full of himself, the little man proceeded to lecture Jaelle.

“This is one of many ancient songs that have always been among us. It is our same language, just an older version of it, from when we used to change our words more than we do now. Songs preserve those things, you know.”

Feeling a bit uneasy and not knowing why, Jaelle gave the druid her best ‘Oh really?’ nod ― and then rushed back over to Breth’s side, where she remained the rest of the way to the sacred grove, allowing Breth to translate the songs for her and looking about uneasily for the little druid man, who fortunately had been called up front by Breth’s father, clan leader Eddarrnonn.

Morna scowled at her a few times, but other than that, the rest of the walk was pleasant.

When they arrived and the druids spread out, gesturing for the rest of them to sit down in a circle, the beauty of the sacred grove enchanted Jaelle, mostly because she was sure there were no tall thick old trees like this in Scotland in her day. The trees seemed to dance for her benefit in the wind, bringing back a distant memory of a family reunion years ago when she was a child in Washington State.

Her grandparents told her about a large local landmark the Indians had made reportedly as a burial site. The size of a twenty story skyscraper, it was called Grand Mound. She was excited to see it. But when they got to the spot where it should have been, Grandma and Grandpa couldn’t find the mound. Distressed, they looked all over for this very popular monument that the town was named after.

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