Without making a sound, he came to the guards and motioned them to remain silent and to follow him. They took up their spears and fell in behind him as he followed Geileis, who was headed towards Lough Gur.

Seven

The sensation of Rohrke’s kisses was nearly overpowering. Ana knew his seduction was only a vision, but she could actually feel the rasp of his whiskers on her cheek, then her neck. Her breasts tightened at his touch, and her legs trembled with anticipation.

The sensations were unlike anything Ana had ever experienced inside a vision or out. She wondered if this was what had compelled her to come to Ireland.

The acute awareness of Rohrke went on, his tender embrace, his gentle caress. Ana felt more alive in his arms than she’d ever felt before, and when they became one, she knew sòlas, the deep connection that was felt only by souls meant to be together. The revelation was deeply disturbing, and yet Ana could not dispute its veracity. Her visions were never wrong. They could be altered, however.

The vision changed sharply, and Ana suddenly saw Rohrke, beaten and bound in some dark, nasty place. Her heart lurched at the sight of his injured body, and she knew he’d been hurt by the evil ollphéists with their long claws and sharp teeth. When she finally saw them, they were coming out of water — a lake — rising out of it to meet a beautiful woman with black hair and white skin who changed during the vision to her true form. She became a hag with grey skin, colourless eyes, and hair that dripped ice about her face.

Cailleach!

Ana sat up suddenly, her visions completely gone. She’d recognized Cailleach, the goddess of death, at once.

The evil goddess’ presence troubled Ana. Centuries ago, the Druzai had made it impossible for Cailleach to plague the human lands with her horrors. Yet somehow, she’d discovered a way to circumvent the powerful Druzai spells that kept her away. She was here. And she’d captured Rohrke, who was powerless to protect himself against her.

There was no time to waste. Ana would not allow the powerful goddess to harm the man who. who possessed her heart. The vision had shown her what was meant to be — she and Rohrke were destined mates. And she had no wish to alter that. Ana could not become the virgin Oracle, not after seeing the bond that she and Rohrke shared. She’d felt it as well, with all her heart and soul.

She recognized the lake in her vision. It was near Cnoc Áine, where she’d first met Rohrke as the old woman. Ana knew now that she’d fallen in love with him then. And yet she had not foreseen it.

She hurried down the steps and out of the keep, then ran to the gate, where she was surprised to see no sentries standing guard. It was an ominous sign, but in the absence of any threat at the walls, Ana left the village. The moon was nearly full, so she had no difficulty running across the barren plains that surrounded the walls. She hoped no enemy lurked in the forest beyond. But she felt no threat. Not here.

Cailleach would be at the lake, bringing monsters through to Tuath. And Rohrke would be somewhere near, tied and imprisoned. Ana had to find him quickly, before the goddess made her escape, taking him with her.

Ana did not use any sorcery to speed her trek to the lake, in case Cailleach could sense it. Many other creatures were able to see Druzai magic, and Ana knew she had to be cautious. The element of surprise must work in her favour when she confronted the goddess and her minions.

Desperate in her hurry to find Rohrke, Ana forced herself to slow her pace as she reached the trees close to Lough Gur. There were strange, furtive sounds in the distance, sounds that were not of this world. They were the gruff snuffles of the ollphéists, and Ana realized she was closing in on them.

She stopped to get her bearings, and to listen. Mostly for Rohrke’s voice. She hoped she’d arrived before Cailleach could hurt him.

There was a slight rustle of leaves and a quiet splashing of water. Underneath those natural sounds, Ana heard furtive voices, and she sensed that another group of ollphéists was entering Tuath from their shadowy netherworld. They were not visible to a human’s eye, but they could move about and make vile insinuations in people’s ears. They were brutal, disgusting beings that thrived on discord.

And yet Rohrke seemed immune to their abhorrent suggestions. His people were vaguely hostile, but not as hateful as they should have been, had the monsters held sway over them. Something about the Ó Scannláin clan was different. Ana did not understand why they were not susceptible.

There was no time to puzzle over it now. She closed her eyes and focused her attention on finding Cailleach and making herself ready for battle. The goddess had a great deal of power, and Ana knew she could not act precipitously. She had to make sure Rohrke was unharmed, and that Cailleach could not take him back to her harsh world of black winds and sharp cold. She could take naught for granted.

Ana moved from one hiding place to another in the hope of locating Rohrke while keeping out of Cailleach’s sight. The goddess was cold and heartless, her only purpose to cause death and destruction. She thrived on plague and pestilence, and existed only to acquire victims to take with her to her terrible abode. Hence her plot to use ollphéists to destroy Ireland.

Standing at the water’s edge, a number of the small creatures surrounded Cailleach, slavering before her. The goddess seemed to be giving silent instructions, and then they quickly began to scatter.

Ana had to allow them to go, but only for now. As soon as she found Rohrke, she would be able to protect him and use her Druzai magic to keep him safe while she sent Cailleach back to her Druzai prison.

The lapping of the water masked her movements and, when she’d gone far enough to be out of Cailleach’s sight, she heard a low hum in the hillock that arose from the water’s edge.

The sound grew louder as she climbed, and she soon found the gate guards from Ballygur, unconscious and tied together next to a deep hole in the ground. Dropping to her knees to climb down inside it, she discovered Rohrke fighting against a powerful vortex that was trying to draw him inside. His face was bruised, and he was bound by a thick brown vine that seemed to twist and grow around his limbs as he fought it.

«Let me help you!» Ana cried quietly.

Eight

The attack had come so suddenly and so viciously that Rohrke had not been able to defend himself. Hoards of partly hidden assailants had pummelled him, bringing him to his knees as they bound him with some charmed twine that twisted and lashed him every time he moved. They shoved him into a small, ominous space that seemed to be a gateway to some swirling black hole that was trying to suck him in. He struggled against it, but his bindings tightened and restricted his every move.

Desperate to escape the hole, he managed to push his feet against the walls to keep from being pulled in, but he could not hold on forever. One foot slipped, and he was sure it would only be another moment before he was pulled down. And then suddenly the ropes loosened and he could move.

He shoved away from the hole and, as he turned to pull himself out of the cramped space, he saw Ana Mac Lochlainn, reaching for him. He could barely see her, but he did not need his vision to know who it was. He’d felt her before she’d even touched him. It had never occurred to Rohrke that Ana would follow him to the lake. But he was very glad to see her.

«Come! We must get you away from here!» she said with a quiet urgency in her voice.

«’Tis Geileis,» he rasped. «I’ve got to stop her!»

«Geileis? No. You do not know who you’re dealing with.»

He got out of the small space and felt Ana’s hands upon his face. «Aye, I do. She is the one causing the trouble between our clans.»

«True, but Geileis is only her human name.»

His face no longer felt swollen and painful. Somehow, Ana healed his injuries with the touch of her hands. She had more skill than any Druid he knew.

«Where else are you hurt?»

He grabbed her hand. «You are a healer too, Ana Mac Lochlainn?»

«Among other things. Quickly, Rohrke. There is no time for explanations. Let me heal you so that you can get safely away.»

«And leave you here? No.»

«Please. I»—

He drew her into his arms and kissed her, not a gentle brushing of mouths, but a full possession of lips, tongues and teeth. It was what he’d wanted to do from the moment he’d seen her, approaching him as he stood with Sedric.

He felt as though they were part of the same whole, and wanted to show her. possess her.

She broke the kiss, and he heard a breathless catch in her voice. «Aye, Rohrke. I feel it, too. But we must take action now, against the evil that walks among the clans. ’Tis Cailleach and her minions.»

«The goddess of death?» Rohrke said, aghast. «What does she want with us?»

«What she always wants. Suffering and illness. War and death. My forebears locked her away aeons ago, but.»

«Who are your forebears, Ana? Are you Druzai?»

She took in a sharp breath of surprise. «You know of the Druzai?»

«The Ó Scannláin Druids have kept Druzai teachings alive for centuries. They have not allowed us to forget who you are.» He turned towards the lake. «If ’tis Cailleach then we must act quickly.»

«’Tis too dangerous,» she said. «Stay here and I’ll»—

«Ana, I am High King of all of the south. Druzai or no, I have no intention of allowing you to face Cailleach alone. Tell me how I can help you.»

She took his hand and led him away from the vortex that had nearly swallowed him. Her hand was small, but it fitted perfectly in his, and when they’d gone only a few feet under the cover of the trees, she released him. «I am wary of involving you any further, Rohrke. My confrontation with Cailleach and her ollphéists will be dangerous. It could turn into a battle.»

«Ollphéists?»

«Aye. Creatures of the dark. Unseen demons that prey upon humans minds.»

«And set us against one another?»

«Aye. They are vicious beings, and willing servants of the dark deities.»

«How will you approach Cailleach?»

«Now that I know you are safe, I can use magic to send her back to her prison cairn.»

«You have that much power?»

He saw her nod in the dim light.

«But Cailleach is powerful too,» she said. «Your help might give me an advantage. If you will walk towards her from here, I will circle around and attack from the east. Wait until you hear my word before you speak to her. I will need only a moment’s distraction.»

He grinned and pulled her to him. «I will do that and more for you, Ana Mac Lochlainn.»

A moment later, she was gone. Rohrke remained standing where she had left him, and slid his hands across his ribs and down his thighs where he’d been beaten. There was no pain now, not even the slightest soreness. Ana had healed him completely.

He had not been entirely truthful with Ana. He’d known about the Druzai because the Ó Scannláin clan was descended from the sorcerer race. Its full history had been lost in the ages since, but every member of his clan knew the legends. It was why he saw and sensed things that were not perceptible to others.

«Rohrke.» She whispered his name in his ear, as though she were standing right beside him. «Now.»

He left the cover of the woods and ran along the edge of the lake. When Cailleach came into view, he shouted her name. She turned to face him and, almost instantly, there was a silent blast of blue lightning that hit the cold, cruel goddess, and knocked her off her feet. Before she was able to move and retaliate, Ana’s lightning changed to become softer and more diffuse, and cocooned Cailleach inside a tight shell. No part of the Geileis-Cailleach creature was left in sight.

But then something began to strike Rohrke from all sides, and he decided it must be the ollphéists that Ana spoke of. The demons were without a leader now, and they were striking out at him — their perceived enemy.

He felt the same surge of strength that had always protected him in battle, and he used it to shield himself from their blows. And when Ana arrived, another gush of blue light destroyed his attackers.

With apparent ease, Ana used her magic to lift Cailleach’s cocoon from the ground. Again, she used the impossible bands of blue lightning to gather and imprison the hoards of monsters that Cailleach had brought forth. Rohrke guessed she was herding them away from the lake. He watched as she lifted both her arms and, in one quick movement of her hands, sent them all away, to some invisible realm far away.