"You"ll have to tell me something a little more interesting than that, I"m afraid."
"Pairs. What I mean to say is pairs of two hooves, marching, side by side. And then they just disappear. We can"t find where, although it looks as if they disappeared into rock."
Not disappeared into rock, she"d wager, but under it. The way of the Ice Land Minotaur. Not only could they find their way underground with ease, but they could also cover their tracks quite well. They didn"t fool her. She"d bet they"d gone underground several leagues from where those tracks were found, most likely aware Annwyl"s army had been warned of their coming.
Dagmar motioned the young soldier away. "Good work. Tell General Brastias if he doesn"t already know."
"Aye, m"lady," the young soldier promised before running off again.
She nodded at the dragons who watched her expectantly.
"They"re here."
Chapter 27.
Gwenvael found his brother where he"d been for the last three days. He hated to bother him now, but he"d received his orders from Fearghus himself three days before.
"Brother."
Fearghus raised his head. "Aye?"
"Dagmar has received word that the Minotaurs are near. We"re all meeting now with Father, Ghleanna, and Addolgar in the war room to discuss next steps."
"Fine," Fearghus said, his voice sounding very weary. "I"ll be right there."
"You don"t have to. We can take care of-"
"These are my children"s lives we"re talking about," he cut in. "I"ll be right there."
Fearghus didn"t raise his voice. He didn"t get snappy as he was known to do in simpler times. Instead he no longer showed any emotion at all.
"We"ll wait for you," Gwenvael said, and left.
Dagmar heard another shout and then more slamming from behind closed doors, but it was Talaith who jumped at the noise yet again.
"I can"t concentrate when they get like this!" She looked at Dagmar. "How do you ignore it?"
"You so clearly have not met any of my family."
Talaith let out a breath and returned to the book in front of her.
Dagmar glanced over at the woman. She hadn"t been sleeping, the circles under her eyes a clear indication of that. Instead she spent nearly every moment trying to help Annwyl in a last ditch effort to save her life. Or, on occasion, helping Dagmar. "Talaith, perhaps you should get some rest?"
"I can rest when she"s dead," she answered gruffly. Then, horrified at her own words, she shoved the book away from her and covered her mouth with her hand. "Good G.o.ds."
Dagmar rested her hand on Talaith"s shoulder. "There"s only so much you can do."
"I know. But I can"t stop hoping that Morfyd or I will find something, anything, that can bring her back. Even Rhiannon"s power won"t hold for much longer."
Dagmar sat back in her chair, her maps and notes spread out in front of her. "Tomorrow?"
Talaith shook her head, immediately understanding what Dagmar"s real question was.
"More like tonight."
"Does Fearghus know?"
"Has anyone told him? No. Does he know? I strongly think yes."
Letting out a breath, Dagmar sat up and began to lean over the maps again when she saw him. He strode through the doors and absolutely no one paid him any mind. Considering the way the security had been ridiculously amplified-at Gwenvael"s firm direction-the fact that no one would even look his way irked her. She"d specifically added that even dragons in human form were to be questioned or Gwenvael"s kin alerted.
"Who is that?" She motioned to him with her chin and Talaith looked directly at the dragon.
"Who? Samuel the washing boy?"
Dagmar frowned and looked again, quickly realizing Talaith spoke of the boy currently on his knees scrubbing the floor.
"Not him." She searched for him again and saw him casually walking up the stairs. "Him."
Talaith stared blankly at the stairs. "Who?"
"You see nothing?"
"Am I supposed to see something?" She made it sound as if Dagmar had lost her mind. Dagmar knew witches like Talaith and Morfyd could see what others could not, but as long as Dagmar wore her spectacles, she wasn"t blind. She knew what she saw ... so why hadn"t Talaith seen as well?
Pushing her chair back, she stood. "I"ll be back in a moment."
Lifting the skirt of her gown, Dagmar went up the stairs after him. As she stepped into the hall, she realized he"d disappeared. Perhaps he was someone"s lover, stopping in for a visit. Yet she heard no doors opening or closing. Saw no midmorning light momentarily streaking into the hallway as someone entered a room.
She headed down one hall, turned, and went down another. She walked toward the room Annwyl lay in but stopped short when she saw the man reappear from the twins" nursery. This time he held Annwyl"s twins in his arms. He stood in the hallway, bold as bra.s.s, in front of the guards who were supposed to be protecting the babes and their nursemaids. But the guards didn"t move. They didn"t even acknowledge his presence.
Then she understood. They didn"t see him, Talaith didn"t see him-no one saw him. No one but Dagmar.
It was something Aoibh.e.l.l herself used to complain about in the letters Ragnar had given Dagmar. She wrote faithfully to a friend, mostly reiterating her beliefs-or lack thereof. But a few times, something she said hadn"t made much sense to Dagmar. Until now.
"At first they were always so surprised when I could see them, Anne. Now they stop by for chats. Tea. It"s like I can"t get rid of them. It seems to only happen to those who truly do not worship. Not the ones trying to annoy their family or who feel betrayed when someone close to them dies. But the ones who truly understand that the G.o.ds are no better than anyone else."
Dagmar studied the male holding Annwyl"s babes. His mouth twisted a bit as he debated something and, with a small shrug, moved forward, heading toward Annwyl"s room.
Dagmar followed right behind him, the guards noticing her immediately. She waited a moment, took a breath, and entered the queen"s dying chamber.
He stood beside the bed, staring down at Annwyl.
"Wanted to give them a chance to say good-bye?" she asked coldly.
Looking up in surprise, he smiled. "Amazing. That you can see me, I mean." When she didn"t comment on that, he seemed to lose interest.
"It seemed only fair to bring them to their mother. Don"t you think?" He placed the babes on their mother"s chest and stomach. His smile was indulgent, like a father"s over a puppy his children had grown fond of but could no longer have. "Now say bye-bye," he told them, his voice teasing. "Can you say bye-bye?"
Dagmar"s eyes narrowed, her top lip curled, and her hands turned into tight fists.
G.o.d or not, she wouldn"t be letting this b.a.s.t.a.r.d off that easily.
Briec, thoroughly disgusted with his kin, rolled his eyes. The mate of his brother lay dying in the rooms above and all these idiots could do was argue about the best way to track down and decimate Minotaurs.
A waste of energy in his opinion. But typical of the way the Cadwaladr Clan handled something like this.
They couldn"t help Annwyl, and his father"s kin did like to "help." So they would do what they did best: kill and destroy. But they couldn"t do that if what the tiny barbarian female had told them was true-that the Minotaur tracks may be in one location, but that only meant the Minotaurs themselves were surely in another. So they stood over maps and argued and debated and disagreed. All while Fearghus sat in a chair, staring at the table with the maps. Briec knew his brother saw nothing that was in front of him. Felt nothing except the loss of his mate.
Late every night Briec had to track an exhausted Talaith down and pull her away from her books so she could get at least a few hours of sleep. She didn"t sleep, though. She mostly cried. It was heartless and cruel, he knew, but it would be better for all if their mother-who sat silent across the room staring at Fearghus-would simply let Annwyl go. Let her go so they could release her ashes to the wind, and then move on to the business of raising her offspring the way she would have wanted.
It wasn"t that Briec wanted her to die. He"d never disliked her that much. But keeping her around for no reason other than to give Fearghus a still-breathing corpse to stare at ever, day and night didn"t seem like a much better idea.
Of course, whenever he thought of himself going through any of this-losing his Talaith this way-he felt the pain as a physical thing. Never before had he wanted so badly to do something, anything, that would help his brother. Fearghus had never been a happy-go-lucky dragon like Gwenvael, but Fearghus had never been like this. Broken.
His brother was broken. And although Fearghus"s devastation would have been great if Annwyl had fallen in battle, his enemy would have been clear. His task clearer-to kill and destroy all those who"d had a hand in Annwyl"s death.
But how did one kill a G.o.d?
If Briec knew, he would have done it himself long ago.
As Bercelak"s bad temper lashed out at his own brother and Addolgar-whose temper could be much worse-lashed back, Briec glanced around the room.
Something ... he felt something.
He immediately glanced at his sister. Her expression didn"t change, her annoyance didn"t dwindle.
If Morfyd felt nothing then perhaps there was nothing to feel.
He dismissed it all and focused on his father, wondering which one of them would throw the first punch.
Ahh. Bercelak, of course. Not surprising.
The G.o.d in human form stood tall and looked at her. His hair was wildly long, a good portion of it dragging along the floor, and it seemed to have an array of colors streaking through all that black. When she"d first seen him, it had been too dark to tell all the nuances, but now she saw it all clearly. Even his eyes were a strange color. Violet perhaps? Very much the color of Briec"s eyes, although more vibrant-and surprisingly warmer than Briec"s. More friendly. Just like his handsome face.
Everything about him said handsome, charming, and sweet-and Dagmar didn"t believe any of that for even a second.
"So you don"t worship the G.o.ds."
Dagmar moved farther into the room.
"Reason and logic are all I need."
"But so cold and unfeeling are dear reason and logic."
"They"ve done well enough for me. I"ve seen my people worship at the altars of G.o.ds like you and I have yet to see the benefit. Men cut down in their prime during battle, leaving wife and babes to their own. So the wife prays to her G.o.d. "Please G.o.d, help me now that my husband is gone." " Dagmar shrugged. "Within a month or two, when she"s worked her way through the paltry sum given to her by the army, I"ll see her in the market, selling herself on the street to the highest bidder. Hoping to earn enough to put food on the table for babes who"ll grow-up as thieves and murderers. Or maybe as soldiers, because their father was, and then it can start all over again. No, I"m sorry. That I cannot worship."
"But to save your friend, won"t you lie to me? Tell me what I want to hear? Won"t you play those same games you play with others?"
"I"ve read enough about the dragon G.o.ds to know that will be of no use to me. I can flatter you with compliments, but what will it buy me?"
"So then why are you here, my good Lady Dagmar?"
"I want to understand why."
"Why what?"
"Why you"d do this to them. There was no one protecting my mother or me, so her death was unavoidable. But these babes"-she pointed at the twins, who tugged on their mother trying to get her attention-"they"re your creation. Why would you do this to them?"
"I"ve done nothing to them."
"Taking their mother from them? Do you think they"ll forgive you?"
"They"ll have to understand. She"s too weak to protect them."
"Now, yes, she is. But not before she was pregnant. And you"re a G.o.d. You could give that back to her."
"If I deemed her worthy. I don"t. But fear not, sweet Dagmar, I"m taking them away from here. I"ll protect them and make sure they"re raised properly. I did a very good job with Izzy."
"You don"t think their father will do a good job?"
"He"s very angry. He doesn"t want to blame them, but he does."
"He wouldn"t have to if you gave him his mate back. Only she can protect these children."
"That"s what I thought." He glanced down at her, an insulting pout on his lips. Insulting because he wasn"t nearly as sad as he pretended.
"They will never forgive you," she promised.
"They won"t have to know."
"Ahhh, I see. Take them from their kin and they"ll never hear the stories about how you killed their mother."
"I didn"t kill her."
"Yes, you did. This is down to you, my lord. You and only you."
"Well, it"s too late now." He dismissed her with a wave, becoming frustrated. "By tonight, she"ll be greeting her ancestors. Now if you"ll excuse me-"
Her mind moving fast, Dagmar tried to find a way out of this. A way to help the babes first and perhaps, if she were lucky, Annwyl second. But for some reason, she could only think about wool socks. What in all of reason did wool socks have to do with anything?