“He’ll sleep now, and wake stronger than he was. I had to give him a boost to bring him back. He’d lost so much blood.”
“He’ll have a scar here.” Gently, Fin traced a finger over the thin, jagged line on the dog’s throat.
“As Alastar carries one.”
Nodding, Fin rose as the dog slept. “I’m in your debt.”
“You’re not, and insult us both by saying it.”
“Not insult, Branna, gratitude. I’ll get you some wine.”
“Fin, it can’t be two in the afternoon.”
“Right.” He had to scrub his hands over his face, try to find his balance again. “Tea then.”
“I wouldn’t say no.” And it would keep him busy, she thought as he walked back into the kitchen, until he settled a little more.
“He’s for the stables. It’s been two years, thereabouts, since he wandered in. I wasn’t even here. It was Sean cleaned him up, fed him. And Boyle who named him.”
“Could be he wandered here for a reason, more reason than a bed of straw and scraps and some kind words. He’s in your home now, sleeping on a damask pillow in front of the fire. You took him on Samhain.”
“He was handy, like the bowls.”
“More than that, Fin.”
He shrugged, measured out tea. “He has a strong heart, and I never thought Cabhan would pay him any mind. He’s . . .”
“Harmless. Small and harmless and sweet-natured.”
“I brought him in one night. He has a way of looking at you, so I brought him in.”
Yes, still some of the boy, she thought, and all the kindness born in him. “A dog’s good company. The best, to my mind.”
“He chases his tail for no good reason but it’s there. I haven’t any biscuits,” he realized after a quick search. “Of the human sort.”
“Tea’s fine. Just the tea.”
Understanding he’d want to be close to the dog, she took a chair in view of the fire, waited until he’d brought the tea, sat with her.
“Tell me what happened.”
“I wanted a ride, a good, fa
st ride. The hills, the open.”
“As I wanted to walk in my garden. I understand the need.”
“You would. I thought to ride, to do some hawking, and took Bugs along to give him an adventure. Christ Jesus.”
“Your horse, your hawk, your hound.” She could almost see the guilt raging around him, hoped to smooth it down again. “Why wouldn’t you? You’re the only one of us who can link to all three.”
“I wasn’t looking for Cabhan, but in truth, I was more than pleased he found me.”
“As I was, walking in my garden. I understand that as well. Did he attack?”
“He started with his blather. I’m his blood, the lot of you will betray me, shun me, and so on. You’d think he’d be as bored with all that as I, but he never stops. Though this time out he promised to give you to me, should I want you, and that was fresh.”
Branna angled her head, and her voice was dry as dust. “Oh, did he now?”