Chapter 9“I don't begrudge it a moment,” said Druid Finnán Cadeyrn, counselor to the Alrakis Potentate, walking beside Culann toward Göbekli Tepe. “Oh, a lesser person might, being swept aside by the new Ceannaire like that,” Finnán added, and then he gestured at the sight above them. “And I'd have never come here if she hadn't booted me out the door.” The six-four, barrel-chested Druid wore the same old robes he'd always worn, his favorite cravat tied under his beard.
Culann swore he'd wear them until they fell, threadbare, from his considerable girth.
The stand of two hundred stele dominated the hilltop above them like an alien forest. The area looked deserted. Not two weeks ago, it had been a bustling center of travel. Now it was deathly quiet. I can almost hear the rocks growing, Cul
