I suppose it may be time to find out.

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Thankfully, she did not have to wait long. Luuk inhaled his breakfast as if it had been weeks rather than hours since he had last eaten. He even went so far as to sop up every bit of juice on a last thick slice of toast. With a satisfied smile, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Evin was at the table, bowing to the four of them. The old man nodded and Evin spoke to Luuk. “Sir, perhaps you would like a walk in the garden to aid your digestion? The Dughy suggests you meet with him later, should you have a question of your own.”

Luuk stood up and grinned at the boy almost his age. “Just call me Luuk. I would love a walk. Either that or I will need a nap.” He chuckled at his own joke before glancing at Kiera for permission.

She smiled and nodded as the wait staff cleared the table. She had not done as well at clearing her plate, but she had already been assured all leftovers went to feed the stock that enjoyed such morsels and so felt no guilt. Luuk and Evin left together down the long hall, and Kiera smiled again as Luuk waved a farewell before ducking out. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the old man nod at Farrell, who stood without a word and bowed before leaving the table.

“Are you off to scare away more curious?” Kiera asked Farrell softly. She was rewarded with a small smile from the normally glowering man and a curt nod before he too made his way out of the hall.

Kiera waited as patiently as she could for the man left sitting beside her to tell her where to go next. She wanted to ask questions about her mother’s younger days, about the time before the overthrow of the king, but she also knew she had an audience with her host and did not wish to keep him waiting. Evin had said he would take her to the audience chamber, but obviously plans had changed again.

The old man patted her on the arm. “No one will disturb us for awhile. Now, what is it you would like to know?”

Kiera felt an exasperated laugh bubble up and tried to squelch it. He had been very kind thus far and she knew there was no reason to repay him with rudeness. However, her frustration was building. At last, with a sigh, she answered him. “I wish to know many things but have no words with which to ask.”

He nodded and smiled, as if she had passed a test. “Then let me assist you. You are Kiera, daughter of Evelyn and widow of Triman, and you lost two children in the recent unpleasantness. You nursed many to health and many more to pass, yet still remain. At a loss as to your direction, you came here.”

Kiera nodded. Put that way she felt as if she were a little child again, waiting for her mother to tell her what to do next. Her ears burned at her foolishness.

Her companion patted her on the arm and shook his head. “No need for shame. It is a wise soul who realizes he or she is lost. Only the foolish press on without guidance.” He paused and studied her. “You do not remember much of life before Cotraine do you?”

She shook her head slowly. “I believe he came when I was three or four years old. My father said he was a boon to us, my mother a bane.” She felt another laugh bubble up as she thought of her parents. “They were at odds constantly about the politics of life. Yet I believe they were truly fond of each other.”

“I would agree with you.” The old man nodded again. “Evelyn was not one to do anything by force. You do know her name means, ‘Light?’ She brought a light to everything she did and always saw the bright side of every soul she met. Your eyes are very like hers.”

Kiera smiled at the thought. “I didn’t know. But I do remember her teasing me about my name being ‘dark’ even though I was born with blond hair and blue eyes.” She patted the mass of locks pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck. “It went auburn before this dirty brown color. I wondered if it would go black before I turned gray, but there seems little hope for that now.”

“Not always do names speak of physical appearance. Perhaps your mother knew something about your spirit, or your fate.” His watery clear eyes were back to studying her.

“I will not believe my mother cursed me to this fate.” She shook her head vehemently.

“I said nothing of a curse.” His voice was gentle. “I merely mean as a Sister of Light she would know things about those around her that others would not know.”

“What do you mean, a Sister of Light?” Kiera paused. That was a phrase she did not remember hearing before. “I don’t understand.”

“The Sisters of Light were the priestesses of this temple. Usually they were born here, and presented to the Lady as thanks for good harvest or a good yield. Some chose to stay and serve all of their lives. Others served until they came of age, and then married. It was considered good fortune to marry a Sister of Light.” He smiled.

“Then where are they now?” Kiera knew the answer as soon as she asked.

“Cotraine disbanded them. At least, he disbanded those who had committed to serve all of their lives.” He stood and patted her arm, encouraging her to follow. As she did so he continued to speak. “Those who had married, like your mother, he allowed to stay married. Those who had committed to the Lady he gave to his court.”

Kiera nodded. She had heard the king’s son had married a priestess, but did not realize the priestess was local. “I knew he had closed all the smaller temples about the land.”

“Yes, but he left this one open.” Now the old man laughed and he sounded years younger. “Even he could not run the risk of infuriating a Goddess he professed not to believe in. So we became a monastery. The sons and daughters of court come here to learn manners and the children of servants come to learn to serve.” His chuckle again interrupted his speech. “Of course all who enter here serve first. That came as quite a shock to some of the more entitled youth.”

“Then Evin is…?” She broke off the question, already sure of the answer.

“He is the grandson of the King. Now you know one reason that Farrell patrols and chases away the curious. The king has enemies and if any one of them found his grandson was here, they might think it their advantage to try and take us.” He turned a corner and Kiera suddenly found they were in a room as grand as any throne room she could imagine. She had been so busy listening to the story she had not marked how they had gotten here. “This is where the Dughy holds audience.”

She nodded, that seemed obvious, although there was no one sitting in the chair of honor.

“Now, tell me what you know of prophecy?” He patted her on the arm again and left her side to begin fussing with curtains.

Kiera blinked and stuttered. “I do not know much. My father thought it was all silly prattle, and my mother did not discuss religion much. I knew she had spent a few years here as a child, but that was all.”

“Yet she taught you the old songs?” He moved onto the next set of curtains and tweaked them to hang straight.

Kiera nodded then realized he wasn’t looking. “Yes. She said every girl ought to have a second craft, and since I was not much of a cook,” she laughed at herself briefly, “she thought I might make a passable minstrel. I play a fair guitar, and my voice is not bad, but best of all I remember songs well.”

He tweaked one more set of curtains before he stepped up to the dais. Without any appearance of a second thought, he sat down in the great chair, leaned on the arm and stroked his chin. It was a move that reminded her of Jace, until she realized where he was sitting. “Um, won’t you get in trouble?” She glanced around for one of the other retainers who would surely have him removed before the Dughy came, and she didn’t want him injured.

He shook his head, his eyes twinkling. “Did you know Dughy means ‘dark one’ as well?”

It was Kiera’s turn to shake her head. She didn’t understand why they were back to discussing names.

“There was an old saying: The sister of light, the mother of sorrow will ride out of the east on a bay mare with tales of olden times in her voice.” He was back to studying her. When she didn’t respond he added gently. “Traditionally the temple elders were named the Dark Lady and Lord.” His eyes twinkled again. “The Ciaran and the Dughy.”

Kiera found herself shaking her head before she really understood what he was saying. “I am no priestess…oh Lady save us….” Her face turned pale.

“She does her best,” the old man smiled at her, “but perhaps you should tell me why you say it in that way?”

“I sang an old song, about Osgar the fool. Jace thought…” She broke off and reached for a stool nearby, her knees buckling under her.

“He thought you were encouraging him to overthrow.” Standing from the great chair, the old man moved with remarkable ease to help her sit. “It is nice to know some recognize the old power when it shows itself.”

Kiera just kept shaking her head. “But he can’t, I mean, it’s not right. I was just singing a song.” Her protests were getting louder.

“Aye, a song that spoke of what needs be done. Cotraine is old, and is quite likely to die from this plague that so terrorized him. And truth be told, if the plague doesn’t get him, something else will. No good can come of closed gates.” He sounded resigned to the future, a feeling Kiera did not share.

“He has a son, a rightful heir. And you are training his grandson. There is a right of succession.” Again she protested but even she could hear the fallacy in her reasoning before he could point it out.

“He is not protected by blood right; he did not receive the land in that fashion. The Lady he pushed aside is now demanding her own back and will not stand for anything less than her rightful place beside the King.” He knelt beside her and smiled. “Earlier you asked my name. When not in that chair,” his head nodded toward the one he recently vacated, “I am known as Dougal. It means ‘Dark Stranger’.”

“So your mother cursed you to this fate by your name?” Her voice was incredulous, for if that was true, she would be as cursed with no control of her own fate.

“I wouldn’t say cursed, although I look forward to the day another comes to take my place. 60 years is a long time to wait.” He chuckled and stood again, straightening slowly. “I do forget sometimes it has been so long, but inevitably my joints remind me.”

“But I won’t. I won’t do it.” Kiera stood up resolutely. “No one can make me become a priestess of a goddess I hardly know.”

Dougal nodded his head. “That is true. But I believe you know her better than you think. Why not ask me about the darkness?”

Kiera looked blankly, and then recalled he had said his name and title, and her name and the title he wished to give her all related to the darkness. With a heavy sigh she lowered her head and said, “Because we introduce the Light into the darkness.”

“That is very good.” He patted her arm just as he had several time on the way into the hall. Now he took her by the arm and escorted her out. “No one will force you to serve, unlike some of these caterwaulers that I get from court. I teach them to serve in order to teach them manners while being served. You have suffered enough.”

They walked down the large corridor toward the front courtyard. “Perhaps a little time alone would be good for you. I give you the freedom to wander these halls as you wish and no one will disturb you. Did you see the alcove to the right of the great hall?” When Kiera shook her head he continued, “Facing the Great Chair on the right is a library. Pass behind the curtain and you will see it. There is no door.” He smiled at her. “Feel free to use anything you find there. Lian will always be ready for saddling, but I do ask you check with Farrell before you ride any distance. If you wish, I will send him with a message to your companions saying you were invited to stay a short while.

Kiera could only nod her head. First Jace and now the Dughy himself had declared her a priestess. Jace said he’d heard power in her voice; Dougal said it was her destiny. Was there no simple way she could serve out her life, mourn the death of her children and wait until it was her time to pass?

“I will leave you here. This room is yours for as long as you wish it. Evin and Luuk will come fetch you for supper. I think I should put them into a room together. I think they would both enjoy it.”

Again, all Kiera could do was nod. As soon as it was proper, she slipped into the room where she had changed clothes just a short time ago and fell onto the quilted bed. She wished she could cry for her lost husband, her lost children, her lost youth and her lost innocence. She knew she would never be the same.

The next image is quite blurry, for which I apologize. I was holding Tig and my camera in a relatively dark place and just could not avoid camera shake. I hope to do a better job when I return this December.

In the meantime – where’s Tig today?

See you next week!

Since you were so kind and patient, this piece is a little longer. Is it what you expected?

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The sun was well below mid-sky when the rock walls of the temple came into view. Even after forty years of ill repute and neglect, it held an air of mystery. The walls were white and glistened in the sun despite cracks and gaps where stones had fallen away. The gates were wide open, and from the road Kiera could see paving stones marking the courtyard. She felt her breath catch in her throat. She had heard stories of the Lady’s Temple but never expected to see it. Here she was. What a strange twist her life had taken.

As they reached the gates, her captor pulled up. He gestured for Kiera and Luuk to enter before him. He called out in a loud voice, “Squatters come to see The Dughy.”

Kiera’s eyes flashed angrily. She did not care what happened to her after this moment, but to be called a squatter again infuriated her. “I am not a squatter and I would like you to remember that.”

“Now lass, Farrell may be brash and unkind, but don’t take him down too far. He serves us well.” Kiera looked down at the man suddenly beside Lian. The horse nuzzled him, as if he were a long lost friend. “In these times it is hard to know the friend from the foe. He frightens away the curious.” The old man patted the horse’s nose in return, and Kiera was unsure to whom he was talking. “You may get down. I am sure these little ladies would love some good warm mash and a hay bed for a night. It seems they have been out and about for a few fortnights, and they are looking the worse for it.”

Kiera dismounted obediently and followed as he led the horses to the stable. She looked around to see Luuk following and the big black charger missing. “But where did he go?” She started and stopped as pale eyes turned to fix her with a gaze.

“He goes to frighten away the curious. Did I not mention? Not everyone may come and make inquiries of the Dughy.” Even with his eyes on the rider, his hands were caring for the horse: loosening the girth, slipping the saddle off her back, dropping the blanket and saddle pad to the ground, removing the bit from her gentle mouth. “There was a time these gates were open to anyone, at anytime. That time is no more.” He gestured before picking up a brush and currying the filly.

Kiera let her eyes follow the arm. The gates were now closed and barred from within. She felt a stab of fear that quickly dissipated. She was unsure what to believe. Farrell still had Luuk’s sword, that she was sure of. And with the gates barred, there would be no getting out until she had leave. How could she let Jace know where she was?

“Now if anyone is looking for you, they can wait a day or two.” He spoke as if he knew what she was thinking. She found it comforting and disturbing all at the same time. “You want to see The Dughy. I expect you will be wanting to freshen up as well.” Kiera realized he had finished tending the mares while she had been contemplating the gates. How did he do it so fast?

She hurried to follow him, his gait surprisingly fast for one who seemed so old. His hair was grey, his eyes were almost clear. He had a beard that was shaggy and truthfully needed trimming to her way of thinking. His hair was pulled back, much as hers was, with a piece of rope or leather. His clothes were coarse and his feet were bare. He was still muttering about people being in such a hurry these days when he pulled open a door and escorted them into a great hall.

Luuk stopped at the doorway, his head turning every which way to see it all. Kiera felt the same way: the sheer size overwhelmed her. It was deeper than any hall she had ever seen; it was deep enough she was unsure she could see the far side. Tapestries hung on the wall, each a rich color of green or red or blue or brown. She wondered if they told a story. Regretfully she had no opportunity to study them. Her host had already opened a door several steps down the hall and was gesturing to them both.

“You, lad, come in here.” He beckoned to Luuk, who followed with his mouth still agape. “This room is for you. You shall have a bath and some fresh clothes. Don’t worry, these will be returned to you after they are cleaned. I shan’t send you out into the world the way you came in.” He laughed at his joke as Luuk swallowed and glanced at Kiera. She shrugged, unable to advise him, so he closed his eyes and stepped into the room. Kiera thought he looked more like he was facing an executioner than a bath.

Her host had again moved on to another doorway, this one on the left side of the hall. He gestured at her, his light eyes twinkling. “Nothing will happen to either of you; you have my word. There are those who say we still offer life to the Lady, but she has a different life in mind than we stand accused of. No sacrifices here, my dear. Here there is just a warm bath, clean clothes and a brush to get the tangles out.”

Kiera reached the door and looked in. It was a bedchamber that had a four-post bed in the center with rich thick drapes hanging on each side. The headboard looked to be padded and lush. The mixture of colors implied a dress or tunic lay across the quilt, and a towel was hanging over the bench at the foot of the bed. Beside the bed was a hearth, a banked fire glowing warmly inside. Just in front of the hearth was a steaming hot bath, a tub made out of material she had never seen before. It looked like stone, but not carved. Before she could ask, her host chuckled.

“You get yourself clean now. Perhaps after brunch, the Dughy will see you.” He stepped away.

“Wait, you never told me your name.” Kiera wanted to thank the man who had treated her so kindly after Farrell had been so rough. But her only answer was the old man’s chuckle as he closed the door.

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Kiera had just pulled the dress over her head and was trying to tie the fastener at her throat when she heard a knock on the door. “Ave.” The old word for entrance seemed to come without bidding to her lips, a recollection of a time before her mother passed away. She kept working the tie as she heard the door creak open. When no words followed, she glanced up.

There in the door was a young lad, younger than Raius she thought. He was bent over at the waist in a deep bow, one leg forward, and his eyes to the floor. Kiera stifled a smile. She had never had anyone treat her with such respect. “Good day to you, young sir. Please stand up. I am no Lady you need pay homage, just a simple widow looking for a new way.”

When the lad stood from his bow, his blue eyes were wide, as if she had said something much more important than she thought she had. “The Dughy is willing to see you. I am first to take you and your companion to meal, then to the audience chamber.” He ducked his head again.

“Thank you. My name is Kiera, what is yours?” Her voice was soft and low, the same voice she would use with her children or Lian to coax them to do what she wanted.

“Evin, milady.” He bowed a third time. Kiera could see he would be a hard nut to crack.

“Evin? Named for the Prince?” Kiera smiled. He seemed the same age as the king’s grandson. Perhaps his mother was high born.

Evin nodded, still averting his eyes. With a sigh Kiera gave up. “Very well, Evin, please lead me as per your instructions. I do look forward to a nice meal and a cup of coffee.”

Evin stepped back into the doorway and gestured for her to go ahead of him. In a small voice he mentioned, “I am sorry, milady, there are no stimulants here in the temple. The Dughy believes they obstruct the hearing of the Lady. But we have some lovely hot tea with our morning meal I think you may like.”

Kiera felt herself groan before realizing he had offered her an alternative surely as satisfying as her pine tea substitute. “Thank you, Evin. That sounds lovely.” She hoped the mid-day meal was more to her liking.

Evin stopped at the same door she had seen Luuk pass through just before her own bath. She waited outside as Evin performed the same ritual in bringing him out. Kiera smiled as Luuk met her in the hallway. “You clean up nicely,” she teased. He did cut a handsome figure in the tunic and trousers made of much finer material than either of them had worn previously. He tried not to show his discomfort, but Kiera could see Luuk’s ears turn a light pink just before she turned to follow Evin back down the hall past her room. A depression in the wall she had taken for an alcove was actually an adjoining hall with a double oak door at the end. Evin spoke a word Kiera did not recognize and the doors swung open toward the trio, much smoother than Kiera thought possible.

Before her lay a large table with servers scattered along one side. Each server stood before a tray that was balanced on a frame with an earthenware pot beneath it. Several people stood on the near side, each with a plate in hand and walked from station to station as if selecting their food. Kiera stood, entranced. She had never seen such a feast, nor seen this manner of serving. As she stood and stared, one server reached out with a mitten on one hand, pulled a clay pot from beneath a tray and replaced it with another. “Do those pots contain fire?”

Evin nodded. “Yes, milady; you and your companion may take a plate and make your selections. You have been given the place of honor at the head table.” He gestured to another table at the far end of the hall. Instead of benches, mostly empty individual chairs surrounded it. The kind man who had tended their horses waved from one of the chairs, and Farrell had returned and was eating at the other end.

“This place is so curious.” She muttered to Luuk. He could only nod, his eyes wide as he saw the wide selection of foods available: fresh fruit, sliced ham, thick bacon, scrambled eggs, oats and grits, baked bread and muffins and a sort of flat cake with syrup that truly intrigued him.

Following along behind Luuk, Kiera smiled as the growing boy took a little bit of everything. Despite missing breakfast and the time being closer to mid-day, she had a much smaller appetite. She was able to manage an assortment of fruit, a slice of bacon, a spoonful of eggs and a thick scone with jam.

Balancing her plate, she moved toward the table Evin had indicated. She could see pitchers placed at intervals along the table and that flatware was laid out in front of each chair. With a sigh of relief, she moved toward the groomsman and took the chair nearest to him. She saw Farrell’s eyes flicker between her and her companion, but with no word spoken to her she chose not to speak first. Instead she acknowledged him with a nod of her head, indicated Luuk should take the place between her and the temple champion and sat down.

“Are you our host for this fine meal?” She smiled at the old man as she lifted her flatware and placed a napkin on her lap.

“You could say that.” He chuckled again and took a sip from his mug. “Mint tea is very refreshing. Not much of a stimulant, but it helps keep the mind fresh and open.”

Kiera nodded and reached for the nearest pitcher. It was still warm to the touch and she sighed gratefully. She poured for herself and for Luuk, and then lifted her fork to take a bite.

“You haven’t thanked the Lady.” It was a rebuke of sorts, but not meant unkindly.

Kiera was unsure what to say. She had never learned to pray; her father saw no purpose in it. “Everything I have I have earned – good or bad; I see no reason to thank an imaginary friend for it.” She could hear his words in her mind although she was afraid to share them aloud.

“You do believe in The Lady, do you not?” Again, his voice was not quite reproachful.

Kiera could nod at that. She did not know why she believed, but she did. Perhaps it was her mother’s tales of life here at this very temple, or the old songs that spoke of days when the Lady had walked the land, blessing those that blessed her. But she knew that somewhere, deep in her soul, she believed in someone who understood far more than she did.

“Then thank her for bringing you here, for providing for you and for watching over you. She has, you know.” The old man smiled and looked past her to Luuk. “And you too.”

Luuk nodded his head and pulled a pinch of bacon off his plate, held it in his hands as he closed his eyes and laid it on the floor beside him. Kiera watched in fascination. He obviously knew a ritual that was foreign to her. She gasped as a dog brushed past her leg to lick up the morsel that had been dropped.

“That is one way to honor the Lady, feed her creatures.” The old man nodded approvingly. He then brought his attention back to Kiera. “Even if your way is only yours, you must have a way to honor the Lady.”

Unwilling to sing amongst all these strangers, Kiera lowered her head and whispered the words her mother used to sing to her.

“You are light in the midst of the darkness,
You are peace in the midst of the storm,
You are the welcome we all only wish for,
You are the place to hide from harm.
Tapadh Leibh.”

Her host again nodded approvingly. “The Lady likes a reminder of the old ways. You are a lot like your mother.”

Kiera looked up at him, surprised by the words. “You knew my mother?”

“Aye.” He chuckled again and gestured at her plate. “There will be plenty of time for questions and answers. You best eat before it gets cold.”

Kiera would try, but there were more questions now than ever before. How could she wait to ask them?

Now it is summer! I don’t really have any vacation planned as yet, but work goes to 4 – 10 hour days so three day weekends become the norm. I do enjoy this schedule (=

But back to the tasks at hand. The last time we were looking for Tig, he was sitting near a yellow line. That line was the delineation for those of us settled in to watch High School Musical 2 at California Adventure back in 2010.

He never did get up to dance, although I asked him to several times. Ah well, he must be a little more shy than I imagined.

As proved by this next picture. He was so tired of me taking pictures of him, he turned his back on me!

Any ideas where he is?

Remember, the choices are anywhere at the Disneyland Resort, California.

I look forward to your guesses!

I will be back next week.

Hugs to all
maryanne

Thanks to those of you who are following regularly. It is fun to share this project, begun the November after my mother passed away. She was a phenomenal force in this world, and inspired me to want to make a difference. I don’t know I will ever be as effective as she was, but in my writing I feel like I can keep a little bit of her alive.

Thanks again.

Now, more of The Ciaran.

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Kiera had every intention of awakening well before dawn so she could take Luuk’s place. After all, he was as unaccustomed to travel as she, and she expected he would fall asleep sitting up, a most uncomfortable position. To her dismay she awoke to an unknown voice growling at her. “Squatters be not welcome here.”

She opened her eyes and sat up abruptly, any words fleeing her mind as she saw Luuk being held at sword point. His eyes were remarkably calm, and she wondered if even now he was awake enough to truly understanding what was happening. Gathering her wits, she whispered, showing her hands free of weapons as she shifted from under her cloak. “We did not mean to trespass. We were caught out in the storm and couldn’t make it before the gates closed.”

“You be looking mighty cozy, cutting down our trees and all.” He was still growling, his eyes on Luuk and the lad’s sword just barely out of reach.

“Nothing was cut, sir.” She looked at her companion who nodded the barest of nods before he stopped moving to avoid being cut by the sword blade. “We took a few pine needles, that is true, and gathered dead timber from the forest, but we cut nothing new.”

Her accuser glanced at her then down at the left over firewood. He nodded ever so slightly. “All right, I be giving you that. It be looking broken, not cut and I be seeing no axe or saw.” He pulled his blade a little further from Luuk’s neck, but still near enough to do damage if the lad moved too quickly. “No one travels around here in the rain. What you be thinking?”

“We’re not from around her.” Kiera smiled as he guffawed at the obvious statement. “Luuk there is from Elura and I come from Nykos. We are on a journey to meet Dughy.” She broke off as the man’s body spun to face her.

“Why? Does he know you be here?” His question was so forceful it took Kiera a moment to respond.

“No.” She looked for a way to explain why she felt the need to meet the last priest of the old ways, but could find no words. “He knew my mother.” It was a lame excuse to her own ears, but it seemed to satisfy their captor.

“Very well, saddle up. You be seeing the Dughy.” He gestured with the sword to Luuk. “But you be having no sword unless he be giving me leave.” He picked up the blade still on the ground beside the fire and tucked it into his belt.

Luuk’s face was bright red. He knew that Niall would dress him down for his carelessness. He did as he was told, and slowly stood before gathering saddle pads and saddles and heading to the horses.

Kiera went about putting out the fire. She mourned missing a cup of pine tea before starting out, but knew the excitement of the morning was just as likely to keep her awake as any warm drink could.

Packing up the few belongings she and Luuk had pulled from their saddlebags, she pulled on her boots and went to help him saddle up. Lian nuzzled Kiera as the woman put the bridle in the filly’s mouth and glanced at Luuk. She wished she had something to say to make him feel better. But he wouldn’t look at her. He kept his head down and focused on his work.

To Kiera’s surprise, a fine black warhorse stepped out from the forest as if he had been waiting for the other two to be presentable. No stake tied him down and his rein rested loose upon his neck. The man swung up into the saddle and gestured with his sword that they do the same. “You may be thinking of running off, and I be telling you, I won’t stop you. I be keeping this fine sword as the price of your stay. But don’t be thinking of ever seeing The Dughy.”

Kiera made note that what she had thought was a name was instead perhaps a title. She remembered her mother speaking of Dughy, but never heard him referred to as “The Dughy.” She hoped she made no more political mistakes; they could be more costly than a found sword and wounded pride. “We won’t be running off. You lead and we will follow. You have our word.”

The man inclined his head, and then headed toward Armadal. Just as the gates came into sight, he turned his horse down an almost invisible path on the left side and onto a small dirt road. Kiera followed, with Luuk taking up the rear.

I will admit that while I preferred the Country Bear Jamboree, Tig and other little ones found the dark ride of Pooh’s dreams very scary and a little fun.

Soon after we had a little break to enjoy a show – any guesses where?

Since it was several years ago we made this trip, I won’t ask you what we were going to watch – but if you remember what was showing in 2010, you get bonus points.

See you next week!

So here you go, a little more of “The Ciaran.”

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The next morning was just one of many as Kiera learned how to build a village. She spent most days watching and staying out of the way. With Jace’s permission, she set up a second canvas tent next to her own with the medicinal chest protected against a tree on one side and canvas above. She then sorted through it, being sure everything was properly labeled. She also noted that which they would have to purchase, hunt for or barter for before the weather turned permanently.

When there was a meal break, she would crawl out from her work area to be amazed at the progress made. One day the table had been carved and set up and on another canvas hung from poles to shelter the diners from the wind and sun. It would not be much help should snow arrive, although it was seldom forecast in these parts.

However, the wind could bite and the rain could cause a chill. Kulain and Fin began laying out a foundation for a shelter larger than any Kiera has seen outside of a city. Kaitlin was rummaging through her supplies for leather strips they could weather and use as fasteners. Day after day Dane and Ryn returned just before supper, dragging a make shift sled full of pine boughs. At first, Kiera thought they were intended for bedding, but then she saw the amazing framework beginning to take shape at one end of the clearing. When completed, the structure alone would be as large as their last camp had been. She had no idea what material they were using, but from her vantage point it looked like a combination of canvas, leather, cut wood and rough timber.

Weariness cut their evening meals short as each crawled to his or her cot, dreaming of the warmth they did not yet feel.

Several weeks later, Kiera went in search of Jace. Racing to his side before he could leave the breakfast table, she tugged at his sleeve. When he turned, she felt every inch as if she were a giggling teenager asking a boon of an older lad. Clearing her voice she gathered her nerve. “I think I should head to Armadal, find Dughy and talk to him. The camp cannot spare you, but I have finished my inventories. Everyone looks healthy and busy. There are few ways I can be of service. I think I can be to the Temple before night fall.”

“What have you to say to Dughy?” His voice was almost amused. “I hadn’t thought I warranted an emissary quite yet.”

“Not an emissary.” Kiera batted him on the arm, their relationship back where she was comfortable again. “Maybe I can buy some more supplies. I want to ask Dughy…” she broke off, unsure what to say. “I don’t know. He might have known my mother; I would like to introduce myself. Perhaps he has some suggestions for ways I can be of better service than patching up scrapes and tuning a guitar.”

Jace smiled. “You are more than that to us and I hope you know it.” He turned away to look at the bustle that was beginning to take over the camp. “But you are right, we have a system in place and there is not an easy cog for you to become.” He glanced back at her. “You may go, but only if you take Luuk with you.”

Before Kiera could protest, he continued. “I know he’s just a lad, but he also has little to do here. Niall is useful as a guard when any have needed to venture into the deeper forest. Luuk is constantly asking for some way he can help. He can serve as your protection, and you can seek your audience with Dughy.”

Kiera did not truly need his permission to go; it was more a courtesy to ask him. She would like a place to return to,however, and so it would be better to do things his way. She nodded her acceptance of the terms and left to saddle Lian.

By the time she had finished, Luuk was waiting by the thicket opening that led to the road. He was riding a dark mare Kiera didn’t recognize. It was clear she was well bred and well broke, standing patiently beside the nervous lad. “Are you ready?”

Luuk nodded. He patted the sword in its new sheath which was designed by Kaitlin for him to use. “The Captain said he thinks I am accomplished enough I may not slice my horse’s head off so I may take this along for protection.” His eyes danced with excitement and his cheeks were red with embarrassment. “I hope I won’t need it.” He confided.

“I hope so as well, Luuk.” Kiera smiled and patted him on the back. “I hope we have a nice easy ride to Armadal and that the road is clear of all but the most tolerant of travelers.” She looked again at the mare. “So who is this?”

“Dane said I should ride her. Her name is Moira.” Luuk grinned. “He said that was his mother’s name and this mare is as patient as his mother ever was.” He looked down at the reins. “I am sort of glad. I have never ridden so much before. I think my seat is improving, but…” he broke off the sentence.

“I understand.” Kiera laughed. “If Lian takes a sudden start I still worry about coming off. And we’ve been together for months now.”

Luuk nodded, relieved she understood. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other he finally said, “Well, should we be going?”

“Aye,” Kiera laughed and led the way, picking her steps carefully through the underbrush and back to the road. The signpost showed which way to each town, so she set Lian on the road toward Armadal.

Unfortunately, the rains came almost as soon as they set foot on the road. More than once, Kiera considered going back, but the rain would only be making for short tempers behind her. She hoped it would clear soon and they could still make the temple before nightfall. Lian lifted each foot carefully, as if trying to shed the muck that threatened to hold onto her hoofs. Moira was as irritated, tossing her head to scold the rain. Luuk’s face was a mask of concentration as he shifted his weight as often as he could to help his horse find her way. Several times, Kiera dismounted and walked beside her filly when the road was firm enough for boots to find purchase.

The pair saw few travelers on the road, perhaps others were too wise in the ways of the weather to have set out on such a gray day. Eating of the travel provisions they brought along, they did not stop for a mid day meal, still hoping to make up for lost time. At last, Kiera was not sure where they were going and the visibility made it hard to guess. “We’ll have to stop for the night, Luuk. Have you any experience at making camp?”

The lad shook his head, “Not much more than what we’ve done as a group. Ma’am. I’m afraid I’m city bred.”

Kiera smiled, “As am I. I suppose we shall have to find a way to make do. I have water left in my bag, do you?” Luuk nodded and followed as Kiera stepped off the path and into a clearing visible from the road. “Would you mind looking for some wood to make a fire? I think there is a dry spot underneath that tree we can use.” She pointed to a small copse of pine trees, some taller than others. It reminded her of the place Kaitlin had selected back at their base camp. “If we are lucky, we will be able to lay out our gear there.” She glanced about her. “It may already be too late to make a shelter. I think we should make do with a fire and wait for morning.”

Luuk swallowed hard and dismounted, tying Moira up to a nearby tree. “Are you sure you will be all right while I am looking for wood?”

Kiera nodded and set about stripping the horses of gear, rubbing them down and staking them out to graze. Luuk came back with at least two armfuls of damp wood by the time she was finished. “Keep going. When you think you have enough, double it.” She laughed as she repeated the axiom and heard him groan. Rummaging through her saddlebags, she found a flint she could strike against her knife. It always took longer than she expected to get that lasting spark, but with some scraped bark as tinder she finally coaxed a tiny flame. It took even longer to find wood dry enough to use as kindling, but she hooted in exaltation as it finally roared to life.

With a happy sigh she settled down beside the fire, took off her boots and stockings and held her feet close to the flame. Luuk dropped down beside her and did the same, a contented smile barely visible within the shadows of the fire. “Ah, now that is something like.”

Kiera nodded. “I have my cup with me; we could take turns boiling some of the water, drop in a few pine needles and make a nice tea.” She looked up at the clearing sky. “Even with the rain stopped, it won’t be a comfortable night.”

Luuk nodded. “I have a cup too. Kaitlin made sure I had a full kit when I left.” He rummaged through his gear and proudly pulled it free. “We can make two cups at once.”

“Bless Kaitlin and her foresight.” Kiera smiled as they went about making the tea. Theirs was a companionable silence, both aware they were novices, both making the best of their situation. Once the water was boiling, each carefully took the cup from the flame, blew off some steam and sipped gingerly. The warmth spread through Kiera down her throat to her chest and around her belly. “Ah there is nothing like a good cup of tea, except a cup of coffee.”

Luuk did not answer. He was too busy reveling in the warmth as it coursed through him. “I think we should blanket the horses.”

Kiera realized she had little knowledge of horses even after spending time with Dane and Karla. “They were not too lathered when I rubbed them down, but with the cloud cover disappearing, it might get cold. Maybe it’s a good idea.”

Luuk nodded. “Dane said to always blanket the horses.” Upon reflection, Kiera realized every morning she did have to uncover Lian and she nodded. Luuk continued, “I have a saddle pad and blanket for Moira. I can leave the blanket over her. We can use the saddle pad so you can get some rest.”

“Very gallant, Luuk, but I think we will both be up most of the night. I would hate for the pad to get soaked. The fire has dried enough space for us to sit, but lying down may be more than we can hope for.” Kiera looked about at her little dry clearing and sighed. It was not enough to lie down, and she feared the fire was not warm enough to dry it considerably.

“Well, I’ll go blanket the horses and then we’ll see what we can do.” Luuk grinned. In that moment, Kiera realized he was probably the same age as Raius. She was experienced enough and old enough to be his mother. Perhaps that was part of his motivation. Did she really want to discourage him?

When Luuk returned, he was carrying both saddle pads. Without a word, he dropped them onto the dry patch where he had been sitting and headed off to the darkness again. This time he came back carrying an armful of stones. Kneeling on the pads, he poked and pushed the stones close to the fire, and then he was up and on his way again. Kiera decided it was her job to keep the fire stoked, and so she moved from side to side, avoiding the smoke as she kept it hot.

When he returned the third time, his arms full again with stones, he used a stick to pry the first set out and replaced them with the second. The first set he lay out beside the fire. When at last he had placed each one, he fished out the second set and continued the pattern. Then he laid both saddle pads down over the stones and moved to Kiera’s side of the fire. “There. All set. I’ll sit up and keep the fire going and you catch some sleep.”

Kiera was truthfully touched. But there was one thing he hadn’t thought of. “How are you going to stay awake in the saddle tomorrow?”

Luuk was silent for a moment, and then shrugged. “I’ll figure that out tomorrow.”

There was nothing Kiera could do then but laugh and take her place on the pallet. There was a little warmth coming through the pad, but mostly she realized the time in the fire was intended to dry the stones. It was quite creative and she hoped to tell Jace all about it. Perhaps it would lend him a little more credibility for “the townie” when they heard of his inventive bed site.

Getting ready to watch Captain Eo, not long after it reopened.

Tig loved the show! His favorite character is Hooter and he loved bopping around to “We are going to change the world!”

Now, here is the next puzzle. As you can tell, it is a dark ride. Sorry for the graininess, but ya know, sometimes you gotta go with the image you have, not the one you wish you got.

So, the only other hint you get is we were heading into the ride itself.

What do you think?

See you next week!

Some bad news comes down the road as they progress, however, and Kiera finds her plans once again change. Will she ever adapt to this constant state of flux? Or will she find something else that draws her away from her little band?

Now for more of The Ciaran.

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Much to Kiera’s relief the next days of travel went without much drama. The mornings would begin with breakfast and a planning session, they would break around mid-day to rest the horses and themselves, and then press on until just before sundown. There was just enough time to set up the campfire, pull out the makeshift tents and heat up some food before the fire was the only light available. Kaitlin usually groused about having no time to improve her inventory, Niall would offer to drive her wagon the next day so she could work on the road, Jace would come up with some reason that would not work, and Kiera would play them all to sleep. She avoided the political stories of heroes and villains since that first song came to her mind and instead focused on remembering silly rhymes and childhood melodies.

Finally, one night’s camp was slightly different: they set up well before dusk, Kulain re-assembled his wood-burning stove and Kaitlin grinned as she scoped out nearby streams for a water supply.

While everyone hustled and bustled about setting up a more permanent residence, Kiera pulled Jace aside. “You promised Armadal.”

Jace nodded. “I know. And I haven’t forgotten my other promise either. I will find an excuse to scout ahead and visit with Dughy. I just can’t do it immediately.”

“I don’t understand.” Kiera stood, her eyes flashing, her arms crossed in front of her. It sounded to her like she was being put off.

“We are a half a day’s ride from Armadal; we are eight days ride from Rawn. Cotraine has commanded both towns’ gates to be closed.” He waited for her to come to the same conclusion he did.

“They are still stricken?” Her face went white. “Did your man get in to verify this?”

“Aye,” Jace nodded his head. “He is locked down in Rawn. He was able to get a message out to a traveler at the gate. The traveler passed it to me as we passed near mid day.”

Kiera remembered the harried looking man with the horse that looked weary past traveling. Her throat tightened with worry. “They’ll die! How can they be re-supplied?” Kiera’s voice dropped to a whisper.

“I don’t know.” Jace’s voice was harsh, his jaw working to control his own helpless feeling. The idea that their King would leave them to starve or suffer without aid infuriated him. “Himself be prov’d the fool, eh?”

Kiera shook her head. Even with her own horror at the possible situation she would not be baited into encouraging treason. “So we winter here. Are there supplies enough to victual and build us some protection against weather? Those of us without wagons that is?”

“You know Kaitlin would share.” Jace mentioned it in passing but moved on before Kiera could protest. “To answer your question, yes. The messenger says all of this land is now public domain. The man that tended it died without issue and the town council decided all should use it. We have permission to camp and use what we need in exchange for tending it and keeping it self-sustaining.”

“Ryn will love that.” Kiera had to smile. The farmer had recovered nicely from his wounds and since there had been no more trouble, the new members had blended in well with the band.

Kiera stood and watched as the rest of them unpacked. Kaitlin saw her and walked over, pointing to a tree on the far side. “Be that looking like a good place to be putting your tent, Kiera?’ Kaitlin had been very generous since their initial spat and quite solicitous as well. “I wish you be coming back to the wagon, I be worrying about you on the ground.”

“It looks lovely.” Kiera looked up at the tree, it was shorter than many of those around it and it looked as if the ground had been dry for days. Other spots about camp showed the cracks of dried mud that implied a recent storm. The area Kaitlin had chosen stayed dry even in a rainstorm. “I shall be fine there. Perhaps you should come join me. I fear your wagon will fare worse in a good rain than that clearing.”

“I be liking my creature comforts too well.” Kaitlin laughed. “I don’t be minding insects when I be in their space, but I like to be sleeping where they leave me alone.”

Kiera smiled. “Thank you again for your offer. I am sure when we put up some more permanent shelters we can find a way to share a space that truly belongs to neither of us.” It was as close as she could get to admit she didn’t wish to be beholden to anyone. Changing the subject she asked, “Who is this man in Rawn?”

“Rae’s brother, Gage.” Kaitlin didn’t meet her eyes. “Jace says he be having some training as a cobbler, but I be yet to see any of his handiwork.”

Kiera nodded and did not miss he was Jace’s brother by marriage.

Kaitlin continued. “I be never seeing a skilled craftsman so loathe to be doing a day’s work. He be not even working with me to use leather for new boots when Dane be needed them.” Her voice was almost scornful.

Rather than allow the gossip to take on a life of its own, Kiera just smiled. “Perhaps we should do our share before someone says the same of us.”

“As if they be daring,” Kaitlin did scoff this time, but followed along to finish the work.

That night Jace was too busy planning for much entertainment, so Kiera took the time to polish her guitar. The guitar had been played almost nightly since she met her traveling companions near Elure. To her surprise, Kulain settled down beside her to watch.

“You be handling that with care, like an artisan. It be good.” He nodded, as if giving a compliment.

“Thank you Kulain. I be thinking you will be pleased to set up an anvil sometime soon and get to bending metal again.” She offered, trying to think of something to say.

“Aye.” The big man nodded, but his eyes were all on Jace. “It may be time to try my hand at steel, see if I can be blending it proper.”

Kiera felt a cold touch at the base of her back. “You are thinking of smelting swords?” All traces of the local accent she had picked up disappeared in her fright.

Kulain nodded again. “That message be bringing no good.” He picked up a stick and started doodling in the dirt. “It be talking to Jace about all that be wrong, getting him all fired up. “ He finally turned his eyes on Kiera. “I be thinking that be what you be doing, but Jace told me you be talking him down.” His big head just kept on nodding. “That be good too.”

“I am no prophetess, Kulain. I know that even if Jace sometimes forgets.” Her smile was half smirk. “I sang a song mostly because I could remember it. If I had half the power Jace seems to think I have I could make these stones rise up and build us a structure, or the deer to come lay down at our feet as a sacrificial meal.” She started to laugh at the images. “I think we all just need to remember we are but wandering people in search of a way to keep body and soul together and leave the politics to the wealthy.”

“I be thinking you are wiser than you think you be.” For the first time, Kiera saw Kulain smile. “I be willing to keep reminding us, if you be.”

“It’s a promise.” She put her hand out and the big smith took it gravely. He shook it, ever so gently and nodded one last time before getting to his feet.

“Since the stones won’t be building for you, we will.” His great dark eyes twinkled in the firelight. “We be setting you up a nice hut, be building you a bed off the ground. It not be right for a lady to sleep on the ground.”

“Thank you, Kulain.” And she really meant it. It perhaps meant more to her that this hulk of a man who had distrusted her on her arrival was now willing to see to her health and well being. “I don’t know how I will repay you, but I will find a way.”

Lifting his hand in a dismissive gesture, the smith stalked away.

She could almost hear him growl as he passed by Jace. Kiera shook her head. First Kaitlin and now Kulain. Each showed suspicion in his or her way, but once won over showed remarkable loyalty.

Just a few days ago she had worried their bickering would tear them apart. They had come together to follow a man with a plan. Now they had seen the benefits of working together, and were starting to stay for each other.