The Mammoth Book of Irish Romance Part 8

"He wants our lands. Our cattle."

"How do you know what he wants?" Sedric demanded, his frustration bleeding through his words. "Neither side has attempted to talk. We've always been on reasonably friendly terms with Teague. What's happened to change that?"

Rohrke blew out a deep breath. He wasn't sure. Except that his blood boiled every time he thought of Teague's grin. He wanted to bash the man's teeth in.

"Something evil works among us, my king," the Druid continued. "Something dark and terrible."

"Do not speak to me of elusive evils, Sedric," Rohrke said.

"What we face is real. 'Tis solid and well armed. We must prepare ourselves see to our weapons and our horses."

"Aye." Sedric dipped his head in a slight bow.

"I don't know what's happened to destroy our relations with Teague. I will wed Slaine Mac Murchada tonight, and then we'll have the forces we need to defeat him."

"But, my lord," Sedric said gravely, "you must first bed the G.o.ddess."

Rohrke clenched his teeth. There were many myths and legends surrounding the Scannlain kings, and he knew some of them to be true. But there was far too much at stake now to be thinking about G.o.ddesses and solstice celebrations.

"Then I will wait. If my bedding aine is meant to be, then it will occur upon the morrow, when the G.o.ddess comes to Cnoc aine to partake of our celebrations."

He only hoped Teague would not attack before then. Rohrke kept moving towards his stone fortress as Sedric talked. "My lord, would you consider sending an emissary to o Fionn? There might be a way to end these hostilities peacefully."

"Why would you think-" Rohrke stopped short at the sight of a young woman approaching from the east end of the village. She looked vaguely familiar, and yet he knew he'd never seen her before. A ripple of pure male awareness surged through him when he looked upon her, but something far deeper touched him when his gaze met hers. "Who is that?"

"I don't know, my lord," said Sedric. "She is not of our clan."

"First Geileis. And now . . ." He was able to see her clearly in the fading light, perhaps because she was so fair, and clad in a s.h.i.+mmering robe of white. The gown hugged her curves and, when she pushed back her hood, he saw that her hair was as smooth and light as flax, and her eyes the green of a Druid's flame.

A sharp pang of arousal shot through him, and when she'd finally come to stand before him, Rohrke had to restrain himself from stepping closer, from touching her, from tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her to his private chamber in the keep.

He caught her elusive scent, a fragrance that was entirely unfamiliar perhaps 'twas even bewitching, for he'd never felt such an intense attraction for any other woman. He wanted her under him, felt desperate to be inside her.

Everything within him shuddered with need that went far beyond his body's desires. He was not sure he understood it, and he knew he needed to maintain supreme control. Too much was going on in Ballygur from his imminent marriage, to Teague's threats, and Geileis' presence for him to lose his head in a whirlwind of l.u.s.t. For that was all it could be. She was the most comely la.s.s he'd ever encountered, and he wanted her.

But he could control himself.

"My lord." Her voice was low and seductive. She tipped her head in respect, but not obeisance. Somehow, he'd known she would not bow to him. "I am Ana Mac Lochlainn, a traveller in need of shelter."

Three.

Ana paid extreme attention to her footing this time, for the solid, powerful presence of Rohrke o Scannlain had a surprisingly potent effect upon her. It was puzzling, for she knew any number of mighty Druzai sorcerers, and yet this Tuath man seemed to be the only one who possessed the power to cause her to trip over her own two feet.

She'd encountered him at Cnoc aine, of course, while in the guise of the old woman. And even then, she'd needed to absent herself quickly, for the heat of his body and the strength of his touch had made her yearn for something other something more? than the Oracle's cave and the vows she would soon take.

Perhaps it was just because she'd never been away from Coruain, her island home. Her clan of warrior-sorcerers had left Ireland many millennia ago, so Ana had never encountered a Tuath human before. She couldn't have known they possessed a kind of energy that would skitter up her spine and make her yearn . . .

No. Any diversion could not be. Ana had been born to the most powerful Druzai clan, and had trained to become a formidable seer on Coruain. She'd been groomed from infancy to take her place as the next Oracle, and was deeply immersed in the process of preparing her body and mind for the grave responsibilities that faced her.

"You are a stranger to Ballygur," Rohrke said, and his voice seemed to rumble through her. She wondered if he had Druzai blood, for there was surely some kind of magic in him.

"Aye," she replied. "From . . . the north."

He frowned, scrutinizing her carefully. "You come from King Lochlainn Mac Cailein's realm?"

Ana nodded in spite of the lie, startled when he repeated the name Lochlainn. The Druzai high chieftains had certainly left their mark here in Ireland.

"Why have you come?"

She'd antic.i.p.ated this question, but was unsure how to answer it. Clearly, she could not tell Rohrke she was a Druzai seer who'd foreseen troubles between the Irish clans with vile ollpheists in their midst. She could put a spell upon him, making him accept her as a mere traveller to Ballygur. But such tactics were unscrupulous, and Ana abhorred trickery.

However, a few small lies in the interest of preventing the carnage she'd seen would not be amiss. It was Midsummer's Eve. Surely there were many visitors to Cnoc aine. "I've come to pay respects to the sun G.o.ddess." Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, soft and vulnerable.

"Aye, the solstice," said the Druid, but Ana had not been able to turn her attention from King Rohrke. He maintained her gaze with dark, piercing eyes that held no trust, no belief in her sincerity. He stood close, and she could almost feel his breath upon her face. His intensity shook her.

Somehow, she managed to answer the Druid with a non-committal shrug. She did not need Rohrke's approval or his a.s.sistance. She alone would discover how the monsters were coming to his realm and deal with them. And she would do it quickly, she hoped. She had no interest in staying away from Coruain and her training longer than absolutely necessary. "I've long held aine sacred, and wanted to come to Lough Gur."

"You've chosen an inopportune year for your visit," said Rohrke, and Ana heard the tension in his voice. "There is trouble on our borders. Did you not see an army ama.s.sing beyond the lake?"

"I did not come from that direction."

She saw no ollpheists in the village. Nor did Rohrke or the Druid seem as unnerved or as hostile as they should have been, had the little demons before influencing them. Ana did not think Rohrke's clan could be immune. And yet she knew the demons were present somewhere nearby. There was no mistaking what she'd seen in her vision.

"We are about to go to battle, la.s.s. Perhaps 'twould be best if you returned to . . . wherever it is you've come from."

Before Ana could respond, Rohrke made a gruff sound and strode away towards the stone stronghold.

Ana remained standing beside the Druid, though she found herself drawn to watch the powerful man who walked away so purposefully. He was as tall as her cousins, with broad shoulders, narrow hips and the most powerful legs she'd ever seen.

But Ana was not one to ogle men, not even the handsome Druzai warriors of Coruain. She would soon make her vow of perpetual chast.i.ty, and then even the vaguest thoughts of pairing with any man would be moot.

A pesky sthean a small black, leathery creature that had been banished from Tuath many centuries ago darted into Rohrke's path. Ana nearly shot it away from him with a burst of magic, but Rohrke sidestepped it as though he'd seen it. Or at least, sensed it.

The man could not be any more puzzling to her. As harsh and unfriendly as he seemed, she could not help but remember his kindness to the old woman she'd pretended to be at Cnoc aine. Her heart warmed with the awareness that Rohrke would not have allowed her to walk all the way to Clynabroga alone.

She forced herself to turn to the Druid. Perhaps he had the information she sought. "What is the trouble at your border?"

"A neighbouring king," he replied. "Teague o Fionn has made threats of war."

"For what reason?"

The Druid shook his head. "'Tis unknown. Our clans were friends not too long ago, but all that has changed. And if King Rohrke does not soon wed Slaine Mac Murchada, we will not have the allies we need to defeat Teague."

'Twas just as she'd seen. The silent menace of the ollpheists was pus.h.i.+ng the two clans towards battle, and each king would engage more and more allies until the whole of Ireland was locked in a b.l.o.o.d.y, devastating war. Men, women and children would be killed. Crops and livestock would die and finally the entire isle would be engulfed in famine.

Ana had to find out who controlled the monsters and how they were coming to Ireland from the dim netherworld where they had been banished so long ago. Someone, or something, had freed them, clearly intending to use them to maximize the carnage here.

She did not feel any hint of the malicious creatures now, nor was there any obvious portal for their entrance to the Tuath world. But Rohrke's presence seemed to have clouded her vision. She took a deep breath and centred her concentration.

The Druid looked at her strangely, and Ana feared he sensed she was not of his world. "Please, my lady, go with him, see if you can talk to him . . ."

Ana complied. If there was anyone who could change the course of the impending war, it was Rohrke o Scannlain.

Four.

The attraction Rohrke felt for the beautiful stranger was entirely compelling. And completely unwelcome. He needed all his wits when he faced Maitias Mac Murchada and his daughter, Slaine, for he needed to negotiate the best possible terms for their alliance.

And the marriage.

Rohrke did not wish to see Slaine now. If circ.u.mstances were different, he would never consider marrying the la.s.s, not when he'd felt such a sudden and intense desire for Ana Mac Lochlainn. He'd never reacted so strongly to a woman before, his body sensing her presence without even seeing her, touching her.

He'd left her as quickly as possible, before his body could betray him and cause irreparable damage to his alliance with Mac Murchada. He needed a few moments alone to prepare himself to meet the old King and settle the marriage pact.

A p.r.i.c.kle of awareness crept up his spine, a feeling that nearly stopped him from his purpose. 'Twas Ana right behind him he could feel her without even seeing or hearing her.

Rohrke stopped at the door to his great hall, then turned to face her.

She stood a few paces away, her bearing as regal as a queen's. Her skin seemed to s.h.i.+mmer in the firelight, and Rohrke took a step towards her. He could not keep himself from touching her.

Ana held her ground, but he saw her throat move as she swallowed tightly. She was no more anxious to be swept up in this untimely attraction than he was, but it was a force they seemed unable to control. "My lord, I must speak to you."

"Aye," he said, but in truth, he was in no mood for talk. He reached for her, touching her arm. When she placed her hand on his, he felt her tremble. "Come with me."

Rohrke led her to an isolated pa.s.sageway inside, and settled her back against a cold stone wall. He touched her cheek then cupped her jaw with his hand. "You have not said who you are."

"But I have," she whispered, and he saw his own longing mirrored in her eyes. "I am Ana-"

He dipped his head and brushed her lips with his mouth. She clasped both his arms tightly and he felt her entire body shudder. By the G.o.ddess, he wanted her.

"Aye. Ana Mac Lochlainn." He withdrew slightly. "Why have you come now, la.s.s, when disaster looms about us in every direction?"

She pushed away from him and clasped her hands together. "I know something of your difficulties. I . . . I believe I can help."

"How?" he asked. She might be small and feminine, but he sensed a deep strength within her. Perhaps she could help him avert war.

"I can say naught of my abilities, my lord. You will have to trust me."

"Trust you?" Oddly enough, he did.

"Aye."

"What do you need from me?"

"I need to look round Ballygur. And it would help if your people spoke freely to me, put their trust in me."

Rohrke scrubbed a hand across his face. "There has been a great deal of mistrust and antagonism among my people in recent days. 'Tis as though we've all been sleeping in beds of stinging nettles."

"'Tis because there are forces that-"

"Now you sound like Sedric. I've only one enemy, and his name is Teague o Fionn."

Five.

The tingling frustration Ana had felt a moment before increased a hundredfold. Her body felt strange hot and far more aware than ever before. And it wasn't entirely due to the presence of ollpheists near Ballygur. Rohrke unnerved her. "No. You cannot possibly understand all that threatens you."

She needed to get out and about among the people, and see if she could sense the demons were surely roaming among them. And she needed to put some distance between herself and King Rohrke. It would not do to fall under a sensual enchantment with him.

Ana reminded herself that she had the ability to resist him. To resist any man. She might be young, but she had become a powerful sorceress, tested by one of the most dangerous sorcerers the Druzai had ever encountered. And she was prepared to become her clan's Oracle, interpreting signs and divining events that would come to pa.s.s.

"Are you Druid?" Rohrke asked.

Ana inclined her head slightly. "Of a sort."

"You are a seer."

She nodded, unable to lie. "Aye."

"Where do we need to go? I'll come with you," he said.

"No!" Ana gasped, in spite of her desire to remain composed. She was having difficulty keeping her gaze from those chiselled lips that had barely touched hers. She hadn't known how soft and warm a man's mouth could be. Or the amazing sensations a mere kiss could cause.

Rohrke came very close, but did not touch her. "I will be coming with you, Lady Ana. These are my people, and I'll have no strange Druid walking among them."

"Suit yourself, my lord."

"As I am wont to do."

It was warm, so Ana removed her cloak and handed it to Rohrke. He tossed it over a railing and came alongside her. "Where will you go first?"

She was unsure. "I came because I saw . . . I'm not sure where to start. There is an evil presence that I hope I'll be able to sense as I walk through Ballygur. If I can determine how they're coming in . . ."