'How can they do that if he was destroyed?' Ruth asked apprehensively.
'The yellow drums you saw at the depot in Salisbury and which we found in vast quantities in the mine in Cornwall are the key.'
Ruth cast her mind back. 'That black gunge inside them-'
'A foul concoction distilled at one of the Fomorii warrens like the tower you saw being constructed in the Lake District. It will be the medium for the Dark God's rebirth.'
'Then that's why they haven't moved on the cities yet. They're waiting for Bator to lead them,' Veitch said.
The logs cracked and sputtered, but their thoughts were so leaden they barely registered it.
'Only the Tuatha De Danann could stand up to something like Balor,' Church said eventually.
'But take heed too. The Danann are not overtly predatory, nor do they act with malice unless provoked. But they have their own agenda and if we get in their way we will be destroyed without a second thought,' Tom warned.
'I thought they were angels,' Ruth said sadly.
'At times they look like angels. Perhaps they were responsible for our myths of angels. But they are so complex in thought and deed, so unknowable in every aspect, good is too simplistic a concept.'
They were suddenly disturbed by a movement in the dark behind them. Veitch jumped to his feet, bristling alert, but the others watched cautiously as two figures emerged from the shadows.
'You never get treatment like this on the NHS.' Laura was walking with only the faintest sign of weakness, smiling apprehensively; everything about her body language suggested defensiveness, and the reason was plain to see. The patch of bandages had been removed from her face, revealing the mess Callow had made. Although the wounds appeared to have miraculously healed, the pink scars were still evident against her pale skin.
Ogma laid a heavy hand on her shoulder. 'She is strong of spirit. My attempts at healing merely gave her respite to fight back herself.'
She raised a hand to her face. 'Just let me know when you're opening the cosmetic surgery ward.'
She seemed afraid to come into the circle of light, so the others went to her. Shavi hugged her warmly and Veitch attempted to do the same, but she kept his show of emotion at arm's length. Tom's nod of support was restrained, but left her in no doubt of his feelings, while Ruth circled her before she gave in to her feelings as much as she could and clapped her on the arm.
And then Laura turned to Church, searching his face for any response to her scarring. She seemed pleased by what she saw.
'We were worried you might not be along for the last leg of this great road trip,' Church said, smiling.
'Somebody's got to keep an eye on you. Make sure you don't slip back into your moody, maudlin ways.'
They held each other's eyes for a moment, then shifted uncomfortably and moved away without any physical contact.
Ogma led them to a series of interconnecting chambers where he offered them beds for the night. After their conversation with Tom, they were all convinced they wouldn't sleep a wink, but within ten minutes most of them were resting peacefully.
For Church the thoughts and emotions were crashing around his head too turbulently and he lay with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, trying to put them in order. When he heard Laura's whisper at the open door soon after, everything else was swept away in an instant.
'I couldn't sleep.' She snorted contemptuously. 'I'm getting good with the cliches. It's like some cheap romance novel.' The analogy seemed to surprise her, and then made her feel uneasy, but she sat on the edge of his bed nonetheless. She thought for a moment, then put a hand on his chest. He slid his own on the top of hers and she instantly folded against him, nestling into the undulations of his body, resting her face against his neck. 'Don't worry,' she said. 'I'm not going to say anything pathetic.'
'Then that's up to me.' His words seemed to float in the dark. 'I'm glad you're here.'
They held each other for a moment longer and then they turned to each other and kissed; there were so many complex emotions tied up in that simple act-affection and passion, guilt and loss, loneliness and fear-that they were both afraid it would swallow them up. Then the desperation that knotted them up faded for the first time in years, leaving a sense of simple contentment they had both convinced themselves they would never feel again.
They awoke wrapped together several hours later, although in Ogma's library it was almost impossible to mark any passage of time. Laura hurried back to her room before the others discovered them, but the glance she gave him at the door was enough to show a bond had been forged.
They gathered for a breakfast of bread, fruit and milk in the dining chamber where they were all, once more, astonished by how rested they felt.
'You promised to tell us what we need to do next,' Church said to Tom as they finished up the last of the food.
Tom wiped the milk from his mouth and replied, 'The power of the talismans will act as a beacon for the Danann once they have been brought into contact with another sacred item which has been used as an article of communication with the gods for generations.'
'What, there's a big searchlight somewhere that shines the shape of a sword on the clouds?' Laura sniggered. 'Or is there a god-phone with a direct link-'
'In Dunvegan Castle on the Isle of Skye is the Fairy Flag, the Bratach Sith,' Tom said. 'It has the power we need.'
'If we drive hard we could reach it in a day,' Shavi said.
Witch clapped his hands. 'Then we can wrap it up and be down the boozer for last orders!'
'You think the Fomorii aren't going to try to stop us?' Ruth asked caustically. 'It would be a big mistake to think it's all going to be plain sailing from here. They'll probably throw everything but the kitchen sink at us to stop us.'
'Ruth's right,' Church said. 'It's been tough so far, but this could be the worst part.'
They gathered up their things and Ogma led them through the maze of chambers to the entrance. They thanked him profusely for his hospitality and his aid for Tom and Laura, but it was so hard to read his emotions they felt uneasy and headed hastily back to the path up the mountainside.
Tom hung back on the steps of the porch to offer his private thanks to Ogma. Together they watched the others walking away, chatting and bickering.
Ruth's owl appeared suddenly from somewhere above their heads and swooped down until it was hovering a few feet away. Ogma spoke to it in a strange, keening voice.
'What is that?' Tom asked.
'A friend. An aide on your mission.'
The bird soared once over their heads, then shot up into the sky. Ogma watched it disappear into the clouds, then turned his attention back to the others as they made their way up the mountainside.
'You see clearly, True Thomas?' Ogma asked.
Tom nodded, his face suddenly dark and sad. 'We're going to hell and we won't all be coming back. How do I tell them that?'
'You offer the truth selectively, Thomas, as you always have.' For a second his eyes seemed to burn with fire, then he turned and went back to his books without another word.
Tom stood on the steps a moment longer, struggling to damp down the simmering emotions that threatened to consume him. Once he had regained his equilibrium, he hurried after the others, fervently wishing he had died the day before he had fallen asleep under that hawthorn tree.
Chapter Twenty-one
The sun was only just rising as they passed through the rift back into the world and by the time they had
