“Good luck,” Logan said with his customary smile in place. “We’ll need it.”
Galen grinned after Logan, but stayed long after his friend had returned to the village. Something didn’t seem quite right. What disturbed him more was the warning that the artifact couldn’t be removed from the village lest Deirdre discover it. With Deirdre occupied with gaining a form once more, it was the perfect time to get the artifact out of the village and to MacLeod Castle.
Galen decided it was time to see what he could learn from Odara. He had learned which cottage was hers earlier in the day. To his delight, when he knocked, she opened the door.
“Galen? Is there something you need?”
He decided to use some of the charm Logan found so successful and smiled. “Aye. I wondered if I could have a moment of your time.”
She hesitated before inviting him inside. “Of course. Please come in. Have you eaten supper?”
“Not as of yet.”
“Then please dine with me. I do hate to eat alone.”
Galen inclined his head and took the seat she showed him. “I gather the village once had a significant number?”
“Oh, aye,” she said, and bobbed her graying head as she spooned soup into a bowl. “I do recall hearing that our group of Druids had been one of the largest in Scotland. It breaks my heart to see so few of us left now.”
“I can imagine.” He smiled when she set the bowl in front of him. Galen stirred the delicious-smelling soup as he waited for her to join him. “Have you thought about leaving and joining another group of Druids to help your numbers grow?”
She smiled forlornly as she slowly lowered herself into her chair and patted his hand. “If only it were that easy. We have been in this area since long before the Romans came to Britain.”
“Sometimes change is for the best. You have no men to protect you or to marry the women to give this clan the children it needs to continue. You are dying.”
“I know.” She sighed and put a spoonful of soup in her mouth. “Believe me, it is something on the minds of every person in this village save for little Braden.”
Galen took several bites of the soup before he said, “Have you thought of inviting men no’ of the Druid heritage into the village?”
“Our magic is already diminished to the point that if we mix again, there may be no magic to the offspring.”
“Then I think I can understand why so many have left.”
“Aye,” Odara replied softly. “If I were younger, I might contemplate it myself. I longed for children, and the daughter I was finally blessed with was taken by the wyrran many moons ago.”
Galen set down his spoon. This time he was the one to cover her hand with his own. “I’m verra sorry.”
“Deirdre has made it so that it is the way of life. You either die at her hands, or die alone.”
“I wasn’t lying when I said the MacLeods would welcome all of you. We could protect you much better than even your magic here.”
She cocked her head and studied him a long moment. “There is something you aren’t telling me. Something about yourself you think you need to keep secret?”
“I am here to help you as well as to seek the artifact that could help end Deirdre.”
“Galen, what is it you are hiding from us?”
“Nothing you need to fear. Of that I give you my word.”
SEVEN
Galen knew Odara wasn’t entirely convinced, but she didn’t push the issue. They ate in silence for several moments before Galen decided he would just come out and ask her what he needed to know.
“The columns we passed through on entering your village. They are verra old.”
“Ancient,” she said with a pleased grin. “When I was younger I used to sit and just stare at them. I’ve always longed to know how they came here and who erected them.”
“Can you read the writing?”
Odara shook her head. “Nay. No one can. Somewhere in our history the elders stopped teaching how to read the markings.”
It was just what he had hoped to hear. “You know what we seek?”
“An artifact,” she said without looking up from her bowl.
“Can you tell me more about it? Is it here?” Galen decided to see if she would lie to him. They might not understand the Celtic writing on the stones, but he was sure they knew not to take the object outside of the magic.
Odara sighed and set down her spoon. Her brow furrowed as she leaned back and raised her gaze to him. “I wish I could tell you what you want to know, but you know I cannot.”
“Even if it could end Deirdre’s reign?”
“As tempting as that is, I cannot make that decision alone. The elders, as one, must agree, and that won’t happen. I’m sorry.”
He held in the ire that rose inside him. He and the other Warriors were doing everything they could to win against Deirdre. Why couldn’t the Druids recognize that and join forces with them?
“We were told by our Druids that there were several groups with similar artifacts. These artifacts were created in an effort to one day fight Deirdre.”
Odara folded her hands on top of the table. “We’ve been isolated here for many generations, Galen. I cannot tell you what other Druids may hold.”
“Just as I thought.” He wasn’t gaining any information.
“However,” she continued, “I do remember when I was just a lass overhearing one of the elders speak of an object. He didn’t say so, but it was obvious he meant another band of Druids.”
Galen tried to hide his excitement at this new revelation. “Did he say where these Druids were or what the artifact was?”
“I’m afraid not,” she said with a sad smile. “I’m sorry I cannot be more help.”
Galen leaned back in his chair and rubbed his jaw. “I’m afraid verra soon Deirdre will find this village, Odara. We hurt her. Badly. At one point we thought we had killed her, but it seems her black magic is more powerful than we anticipated.”
“You attacked her?” Odara asked with surprise and a wee bit of fear. “You are but a man, Galen.”
He smiled then, wishing he could tell her the truth. “We were with the MacLeods. Deirdre had captured the youngest brother, and we went to Cairn Toul to free him. In the process, we cornered Deirdre and proceeded to kill her. We then released the Druids and others being held in the mountain.”
“So the Druids have returned to their homes? Could the ones taken from us be on their way back?”
He glanced down, hating to tell her the truth. “I’m afraid no’. They didna make it off the mountain. We found only one alive, Isla. She is the Druid who told us Deirdre wasna dead, that Deirdre had put spells in place to ensure she would never die.”
“Then how do we defeat Deirdre?” Odara cried. She shook her head and rose from the table to pace her small home.
Galen turned to watch her, one arm resting on the back of the chair. “I believe she can be killed. She knows of the artifact here. She was planning on coming to take it when we attacked her. She’s floating around now without a body, and her magic has been depleted. But it will be restored, as will her body. When that happens, she’ll come for this village and the artifact.”
Odara paused and took a deep breath. “She’ll never find it.”
“Doona be so sure. I’ve seen her skill with torture, experienced it myself. Few can withstand it.”
“What do you suggest we do?”
