Brighid’s gaze drifted back to her sister’s funeral pyre. “I’m going to use what my mother told me, and then do what I did with your soul retrieval-try to think of it as a hunt.”

“We’ll track the Chalice?”

“We’ll try,” she said. “But we can’t begin from here. A High Shaman’s Quest is three parts spirit, one part body. We must travel away from the castle where we can be physically separated from this world and the problems of those who populate it, men, centaurs and Fomorians, new and otherwise. Once we’re more isolated, entering the Otherworld will be-” her lips twisted into what she knew was a parody of a smile as she stared at the pile of burned pine timbers “-well, I won’t say it’ll be easier, but at least if we separate ourselves from all of this the Otherworld should be more available to us.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” Cu said. “And you want to begin today?”

“I don’t want to!” she cried, and then took a tighter hold on her emotions. “I don’t want to,” she repeated more calmly. “But I can think of nothing else to do except ride the tide of events to their conclusion, and it feels to me that the tide is swelling with an oncoming flood. All of the time my mother was wounded and dying my brother will have been questing for the Chalice, probably with at least some measure of aid and guidance from her. He has many days on us, and the help of a High Shaman. We have catching up to do.”

“We also have Epona’s blessing. I cannot believe he does,” Cu said.

“Because we have the Goddess’s blessing does not mean that I will be granted her Chalice before Bregon, or even that I will be granted it at all.”

“We have catching up to do,” Cuchulainn agreed grimly. “We’ll leave today.”

“Cuchulainn,” she said as he began to turn away, stopping him. “If there was some other way, you know I would take it. This place…this Clan…it has been more of a home to me than I have known for most of my life.”

“This will always be home to us. Elphame will make sure of it.”

“But we won’t be able to live here, not if I become Dhianna High Shaman. We’ll have to stay with the herd, at least until things are settled. And even afterward. A High Shaman does not leave her herd for long.”

“I knew that when I handfasted with you, Brighid,” Cuchulainn said.

“And you were willing to leave your home for me?”

“I don’t think of it as leaving my home for you. I think of it as making a second home with you.” He smiled and raised her hand to his lips. “And we will return to MacCallan Castle, even if it’s just to let our children play with their cousins.”

Brighid felt a nervous thrill at his words. “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”

He grinned. “That I am, but I’m more sure of you, my beautiful Huntress.”

In his eyes she saw the truth of his words. She could depend upon his trust and belief and honesty. Before she could stop and think herself out of it, she kissed him quickly on the lips, and was rewarded with his brilliant smile.

“Don’t be so cocky. I’m going to make you tell El that we’re leaving,” Brighid said, trying to cover how breathless his touch made her feel.

Cuchulainn’s smile didn’t waver. “Excellent idea. And while I’m doing that, you’ll be telling Liam the same thing.” He kissed her hand again, and then strode over to his sister.

Brighid looked across the castle grounds. Liam stood beside the Stonemaster Danann, talking in animated little bursts to the patient old centaur.

“Damn…” she breathed. Squaring her shoulders, she made her way to the boy. She’d just get it over with. Quickly. No point in putting it off.

“…And then I saw the bright red splotchy that was all angry and I knew it was the boar and Brighid told me that I was right that it really was a boar because it smelled like mud and anger and then she-” The boy broke off his breathless recital when he caught sight of his Huntress. “Brighid! Brighid! I was just telling Danann about the boar and how its tracks smelled and he said I did a really good job and then I was saying that-”

Brighid’s raised hand ended his chatter, thank the Goddess.

“Excuse me, Danann, but I need to speak privately with my apprentice,” she said.

The old centaur smiled indulgently at the boy. “I bow to your Mistress, child.” Then he turned his smile to Brighid. “And I have yet to congratulate you, Huntress. Cuchulainn is a mighty warrior and a good man. My wish for you is that the two of you have many years of happiness together.”

“Th-thank you!” Brighid stuttered, taken completely off guard by the old Stonemaster’s kindness.

He bowed respectfully to her and left her alone with the boy.

“I’m so glad you handfasted with Cuchulainn!” Liam chirruped. “He’s very strong and honorable and I think he might be almost as good with a bow as you are.”

Brighid quirked an eyebrow at the child. “Almost as good with a bow as I am?”

Liam grinned impishly. “Well, almost. But no one’s as good as you are, Mistress!”

He was, quite simply, adorable. By the Goddess, she didn’t want to leave the boy! She wanted to hurt him even less.

“One day,” she said, “you will be as good as I am, Liam.”

The boy’s face lit with happiness. “Do you really think so?”

“I do,” she said solemnly. “But first there is much you have to learn, and many difficulties you must endure.”

“I’ll work hard. I promise.”

“I know you will, Liam. I’m already proud of the Huntress you will become.” As the boy wriggled and beamed under her praise she realized that they weren’t just empty words. The boy had a gift. No, he obviously wasn’t a centaur, but if he wanted to title himself a Huntress, what harm was there in it? He could learn the ways of the hunt. She would be proud to claim such a brave, loyal child as her own.

But she wasn’t here to praise him. She was here to tell him she was leaving.

“Liam, you know that my sister died bringing news to me.”

His jumping about stilled at her serious tone and he nodded. “Yes, I know that.”

“The news she brought was not good. My mother is dead.”

“Oh! I’m sorry Brighid,” the boy said, blinking his eyes quickly.

Oh, Goddess! Please, no crying, she thought and went hastily on. “My mother’s death has caused many problems with my herd. I am the eldest daughter, and my mother was our High Shaman. Do you know what that means?”

He screwed up his forehead in thought. “You’re supposed to be High Shaman next?”

“Yes.”

“But you can’t be! You’re a Huntress!”

“I know. I never wanted to be High Shaman. That’s why I left my Herd. I’ve never wanted to be anything except a Huntress.” She smiled gently at him. “Just like you. But sometimes we don’t always get exactly what we want.”

Liam started to shake his head from side to side, and Brighid bent to cup his small shoulders with her hands.

“I have to go to the Centaur Plains and put things to order. I have to take my mother’s place or terrible things will happen.”

“Then I’ll go with you!”

She squeezed his shoulders, feeling his body trembling beneath her hands. “You cannot.”

“But I don’t want to be away from you,” he whispered, trying desperately not to cry.

Brighid felt her chest grow hot and heavy. She wasn’t a mother; she didn’t know what to say to the boy to make his hurt better. Her own mother had never comforted her. How was she supposed to know how to deal with this? Maybe it would be best if she was short with him, or angry with him. Then he might not be so sad without her.

No. That sounded like something Mairearad Dhianna would do to a child-use anger instead of facing the pain of love. Brighid would not be her mother. She would not repeat her mistakes.

She touched the side of the child’s face gently. “I don’t want to be away from you, either, Liam. And I’ll make you a promise right now. When I set order to the Dhianna Herd I will send for you. You will always have a home with me.”