A slight breeze caused sparks to fly up from the bonfire, flitting upward in a riotous whirling motion that echoed the dance of the Fey.
Thomas set down the lyre. Here goes nothing. “Wulfram, the Unseelie Traveller from my time who lives in Eoforwic, wishes to destroy the monastery at Lindisfarne. He seeks to do this by pushing Oswy off his throne. He believes that will change the fortunes of the Fey so that in my time, we will be triumphant over the humans.”
His gaze roved over the Fey. The song had won him a chance to speak. He couldn’t waste it, nor could he lie. They would see it in him. He heaved another breath. “He might be right. I don’t know. But the Rule of the Fey forbids the Travellers to change the future. Those who crafted the Rule knew the danger of what Wulfram seeks to d
