was an early morning mist floating off the river giving everything a
hazy, soft feel. Standing gracefully in the shallow water was the most
elegant horse Meg had ever seen. It was pure white and gave off a
sheen of sweetness and innocence as it leaned down and drank.
“It’s so beautiful.” Meg spoke in hushed tones, not wanting to
scare it off.
“She’s magic, dear,” the red man explained. “She roams the forest
and aids travelers in getting to their destination.”
Meg searched her brain, trying to remember the one class she had
taken in lore. It had mostly been about the Greek and Roman gods,
but there had been a small section on Irish folklore. She might have
skipped that day. Her penchant for urban fantasy and romance novels
were the only reason she knew what a sidhe was. Now she wished
Laurell K. Hamilton had covered faery horses in her books.
“She’ll take me to Beck?”
There was an odd light in the red man’s eyes. “Yes, dearie. She’ll
take you to your husband.” He noted her hesitation and shrugged. “Or
you can walk aimlessly through the woods and never find him. These
woods are enchanted. If you don’t know your way around them, you
could be lost forever. Your husband will wander the woods, seeking
you. It happens all the time.”
The red man looked like he couldn’t care less what she did. Meg
frowned. Time was running out. She had decided to take a chance on
Beck, so it only followed she could take another. “All right. How do I
get back to him?”
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The red man was already retreating. “She will tell you.” Meg
turned, and the red man was completely gone. His voice still echoed
through the trees. “Just let her lead you home.”