Murmured conversations broke out among some of the Fey as the Gathering dispersed. A few put out the fire and others readied their horses for leaving. Some melted away into the trees. Strang looked at Thomas with distaste as he departed with his brother, followed by others. Nona’s betrothed left on foot, his wolfhound at his side.
Brorda drew Thomas away from the Fey who had collected around Nectan. “The Seelie Fey will stand with you,” he said in a low voice, so no others could hear. “Do not take Strang’s words to heart. They can see Wulfram goes too far.”
“Can they? It seemed like a lot were listening to Strang.”
“Listening, yes. But not action.”
Thomas wanted to argue the point but kept silent. Brorda was only trying to make him feel better.
Emma joined them. “We must depart, my h
