Come, Seelies, come!
Nona woke up with a gasp. The Call to a Gathering faded in her mind, leaving behind the details of time and place. Solstice. At a location near Bebbanburg. The reminder that the time was so near was a rude awakening in more ways than one.
Conaire rolled over, facing her. She could just make out his face in the gloom, as the Call had come as dawn broke. “Ye heard it, then?”
She took in a deep breath to calm her racing heart. “Yes. We must make ready to leave.”
“Aye. Our king will need our support.”
“Yes. For the Charge. But we must also be ready to help against Wulfram.” She dared not say Thomas’ name, but the flash of anger in Conaire’s eyes showed he understood full well what she meant.
He rolled over onto his back, blowing out a breath. “The wildin’.” Irritat
