Arawn snorted, pulling on the reins. Celyn kneed him forward, but the horse tossed his head and whinnied shrilly, dancing sideways. Aidan and Tynan were having the same trouble with their mounts.
“’Tis this mist, m’lord," Tynan said as he patted his horse"s neck, calming it. Fear lurked in his eyes as he glanced at Celyn. “’Tis unnatural, like the breath o’ the Devil himself. They will no enter it.”
Celyn grimaced. Tynan was right. Arawn rarely disobeyed him, but this strange fog made the stallion uneasy. And truth be told, Celyn could not blame the animal. He had never seen such a thick fog in the middle of the day, especially not when the winds were blowing off the sea as they were today.
Aidan glanced at him. “The mist of the sidhe,” he said in a low voice so that Tynan could not he
