CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
One full moon cycle later, I watched the light slowly drain from the sky as I traversed the seven rings of the Tor with the other women of Avalon. I clung to Aggrivane’s parting words as though they would bring him back to me. I was supposed to be thinking of the ritual, but instead I sought out the night star, as I would every night until the end of time.
“Airanrhod, Branwen, Brigid, Rhiannon, Cerridwen, Great Mother,” the priestesses uttered in rhythmic unison. The chant echoed off the terraced side of the Tor as we wound our way in and out of its turns, slowly ascending.
“Hear us,” responded the acolytes.
The wood chips lining the path crackled underfoot as we passed. We moved like the tide, first closer and then farther away from our destination, which was
