Irish Moon by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Format: epub
Published: 2010-02-13T07:25:29+00:00

Even more, he’d written her a letter. Her. Not Niall, not Finn, not some other Druid from another territory. Her. And in all its wonder and instruction, her denial collapsed. Since the day she’d come upon him in the wood she’d resisted his words, his death, and the truth.

She could deny it no longer when it was literally spelled out for her. To think she’d almost not come to him, first by her own contempt and second by her situation. She had no inkling the importance of the affair she’d done so much to shirk her role in. Now, she did.

Erlene could wake and call the whole keep to come find Breanne and she would not care. Coming here tonight and receiving these two things were worth any punishment. Well, save death.

Breanne lit a candle, then a fire. Ashlon’s intent stare followed her to and fro and made her belly dance all the more giddily. He didn’t appreciate the depth of its seriousness. It was up to her to make him.

She sat before the fire and indicated a seat for Ashlon. He still gripped the sword hilt and sat at the edge of the chair.

“Does he write of the chest in the drawing, Lady Breanne?”

She turned back to the page in question. She ran a hand over its silken surface.

“Aye, he details the chest and its significance here.” She pointed to the words scrolling a frame around the picture. “You’ve come a much longer distance than I originally thought. When I found you….”

“Does he offer a location?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes, he does. Here.” She offered him the letter.

Ashlon took the parchment but only returned it, shaking his head. “I do not understand the language.”

“It matters not. You likely wouldn’t understand even if you spoke Gaelic. You see, the script tells a riddle.” She smiled at the paper.

“Forgive my candor, Lady Breanne, but I must impress upon you to relay the riddle to me. I have wasted much time and cannot afford to continue to let the chest in that depiction remain hidden.”

Breanne frowned. “I appreciate the seriousness of this very much, Sir Ashlon. You do not need to explain.”

“Again, forgive me, but I need only for you to translate. You will then be free of my dependence, as you have demonstrated is your wish. I implore you to translate these words now so we both may return undiscovered.”

“I will translate them but you are wrong to believe our affiliation ends there.”

“I fear it must.”

“I fear it is not your decision. Discovering the chest’s location depends on us both.”

Ashlon ran a hand through his black curls. “When I wrote to you stating this is a matter of life and death, I was not merely luring you forth. I dare not—will not—put you at risk.”

“You do not put me at risk. Fate does.”

He stood, sheathed his sword. Breanne’s stomach flipped. He did not look pleased to say the least.

“Will you read the letter aloud as well as the inscription surrounding the drawing?” He spoke through tight lips.

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