“Tomorrow, but giving time for any who may know more to come forward, so a few days at the Capital.” He looked down at her. “But this I don’t have to explain.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Well then, I’ll fetch the bows and quivers, and we’ll see if you can come close to hitting the target.”
“Keegan. I came early for a reason.”
“You need the practice, right enough.”
“Not that reason. I had a vision. I saw Odran, in his world. I need to tell you. I— No.”
“No, you’re not telling me?”
“I need to tell the council. The one we made here. The council in the valley, you said. I don’t know where the others are.”
“Harken and Morena are up turning the peat. Mahon’s on patrol. Aisling’s likely in the cottage, as the boys were out and about when I got back. If you’d tell me—”
“It would be easier to say it all once. I can get Nan and Sedric.”
His eyes, that deep, intense green, bored into hers. “It’s that important then?”
“Yes. I really think it’s that important.”
“Then get Marg and Sedric and Aisling, and I’ll call Cróga and round up the rest.”
It took time, but once more they gathered around the big table in the farmhouse. Since Marco came back, expecting a training session,he kept the boys occupied with games and dogs. Aisling settled the baby in the living room, then stood with her hands on her hips.
“You’ve tracked mud clean through, the lot of you men, and Morena as well. I’ve a boy only three who knows better.”
“We’ll clean it up again. Bloody hell, Aisling, sit down.” Keegan yanked back a chair. “We’ve more important matters than a bit of mud.”
She folded her arms, gave him a hard glare, but she sat.
“You’ve called us together, Breen, so tell us why.”
“All right.” She clasped her hands under the table. “I had a vision.”
She told it straight through, every detail now as clear as it had been then.
“You’ll want to tell the council in the Capital,” she finished.
“Sure and I will.”
“I want to ask something before we go on with this. I know we’re not supposed to talk about what we talk about here with anyone, but I want to tell Marco about what I saw. I don’t feel right not telling him.”
“I’ve something to say about that.” Morena spoke before anyone else could. “We’ve Minga on the council in the Capital. She’s not a Fey, and not from Talamh, not from birth, but she’s true. Marco’s proved as true as any could, and he deserves to know this.”
“Aye.” Harken nodded, and so it went around the table.
“I appreciate it. I didn’t know. I didn’t know about the demon in him, in me. Nan looked, and she says there’s no dark in me, that not all demons are. I don’t know enough, but she looked. Harken can look now, so everyone’s sure.”
“None here would doubt Marg’s word, or yours,” Harken told her. “And I don’t have to look to know.”
“No more nonsense.” Reaching over, Aisling took Breen’s hand. “No more of it.”
“You’re taoiseach, and responsible for everyone.”
Keegan just lifted a hand. “Did you hear my sister? And do I look like a growl to you?”