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THE SKELLIGER TALES

Part III

STORM

From the east comes Hrym with shield held high;

In giant-wrath does the serpent writhe;

O'er the waves he twists, and the tawny eagle

Gnaws corpses screaming; Naglfar is loose.

~ Poetic Edda Völuspá


Allegretto

IORVETH

Savione 1272

Harviken

Faroe

On the sea, everything is simpler.

This was his main thought during their journey to Faroe. He knew, what was between him and Margo. He knew who he was and what he wanted. He hoped, that she wants the same. Even the strange conversation they had, didn't bother him too much. However, as they came closer to the end of their voyage, things started to change. He started to analyse the situation, he would found himself in, soon.

Their boat was approaching the harbour in Harviken slowly. It was an early afternoon, but cold winter was upon them already and the sun was shining over the island to set in few hours behind it.

My new home... It's not easy, but...

As they sailed into the port, the sun was already setting. Margo stood at the foredeck, looking ahead. He approached her, to stand behind and hugged her closely. Together they observed the crowd at the harbour. He recognised Coinneach, Isengrim and Lóegairen easily, as they stood surrounded by humans. As he involuntarily tightened his grip on her waist, she turned her face to him and said:

„The man with black, but now slightly greyish hair, is my father, Holger. My mother stands next to him and my brother, Halbjorn is to her right. Next to them stands a man with ginger hair, Crach an Craite, my uncle with my cousins: Cerys and Hjalmar. I didn't expect guests, but..."

„The jarl of Ard Skellig came..."

„Of Kaer Trolde. Remember, that Madman Lugos rules over the Southern part of the Isle, from Kaer Muire."

„Oh... yes, I almost forgot."

„Just, don't forget, when you meet him, he killed for less..."

„I'll try" – he chuckled.

When they landed at the quay, she descended the ship first and he followed. But, at the quay, she was waiting for him to catch up with her, so they walked side-by-side. He saw jarl's scrutinizing gaze and sighed.

I have a bad feeling about it...

Margo approached her parents with a wide smile:

„Father! Mother!"

„Carnelian! It's great to have you back" – her mother replied.

„It is great to be back, mum. May I introduce: Iorveth" – she turned and motioned to him.

„It's an honour to meet you, sir" – he said and shook Holger's extended hand.

„Likewise, my friend, and... call me Holger."

„Iorveth, a pleasure to finally meet you" – Kerstin stated with a less fake smile than her husband's.

„Enchanté" – he replied and shook her hand, bowing his head slightly.

When he was meeting her parents, she moved to her uncle:

„Uncle!"

„Carrie! We've always known, that you are crazy, but we had no idea how much! And you didn't tell me!" – he exclaimed grinning.

„Sorry uncle, we didn't have time and then... everything fucked up..."

„Yeah... Holger told me. So you are Iorveth. Crach an Craite" – the man stated upon seeing him.

„Honour to meet you, sir."

„Crach, just Crach. Look at Carrie and Cerys" – Crach motioned his head towards two young women and paused – „already deep in conversation and with serious faces. These two young women... if they are talking like this, it can only mean, that they know and understand more than we do. Never doubt that."

„And here I thought, that they are talking about me..." – he said jokingly.

„You wish... They will, at some point. But, and forgive me for breaking it to you, you are quite low on their list of subjects, I can assure you" – they both laughed. – „This is my son, Hjalmar and now free to meet you, Cerys, my daughter."

He greeted both of them and understood Crach's words better at once. The young woman had the same determination, tension and intelligence in her eyes, as Margo. She was a little bit younger, but her face was scarred too.

Two jarls' daughters of extraordinary strength... They are the true power behind many things on the Isles, I have no doubt as to that.

After greetings, Margo looked at her parents and stated:

„We will join you in the hall, soon."

„Are you not coming?" – her mother asked, but she wasn't too surprised.

„We will stay in the cottage, I haven't been there for too long" – Margo answered and smiled at him, motioning him to go with her.

As they were in some distance, he began:

„Your parents didn't expect that."

„Oh... they did. The cottage is ready for us, they knew, that I will choose to stay there with you..."

„Why?"

„Hmm... because they got used to... and now as things have changed, it will take some time."

„Oh yes... Mr. Perfect..."

„Iorveth, don't. I don't care and they understand it, give it time."

They soon arrived at the cottage, which was a little bit further to the West than the town. You could see other houses from it, but it was hidden in the forest, close to the rocky beach. Waves were flushing there loudly. But Margo didn't open the door, instead, she led them further into the forest. It was already dark and freezing, as they made love under the sky, slowly and passionately, in the rhythm of the waves, drowning their moans.

Everything smelt of the sea salt here and the air was almost harsh to the nostrils. Already on the boat, he realised, that close to the sea she was different too: calmer and stronger. The sea was her element, as the forest was his. But forests on Faroe were different: mostly spruces and birch-trees were growing here. The lower levels of the forest were sparse and transparent. When they dressed up, he was surprised to see someone standing between the trees.

„Margo, there is someone here..." – he whispered.

„What?"

She looked in the direction, which he pointed out and said:

„Welcome, Crow. We didn't expect you..."

„May I speak with him alone, child?"

„Obviously."

„Go, wait in the cottage. I will return him to you" – the old, blind woman said and Margo left at once.

The Seer... Margo respects her greatly... Well...I didn't expect her so soon.

The woman came to him and touched his scarred cheek with her dry hand, before she said:

„Are you ready to jump for her?"

„Sorry?"

„In the West, there are white cliffs, the Cliffs of the Lost Souls. No one jumps there, unless for the last time."

„You want me to kill myself?"

„You were thinking of death more, than any of your brothers and sisters..."

„But... now..."

„No one must know. You will go with three brothers, two children of men and one of your own. The time is near, you must go at dawn" – as she said that, her voice changed and she recited in trance:

Brothers shall fight and fell each other,

And the sisters' sons shall kinship stain.

Wraiths of Mörhogg will come from the water,

red blood of your kin will flow in vain.

Dark desires of your hearts awoken,

who is foe and who is friend you ask,

truth and false are yet unspoken.

You must decide before falls the dusk.

The fate is cruel, would you hear yet more?

Blood of your own blood will be your price,

or what you once lost with the heart's sore,

fear and shame, now, you will sell it twice.

As she finished, he was staring at her face for a long time, before she headed back to the town, without saying another word. Margo didn't ask about anything, but looked at him with concern from the moment he entered the cottage. Still, he was silent.

In the cottage, their luggage and some new clothes were already waiting for them, along with the bath. It didn't take them long to get ready and they went to the feast. At the door to the jarl's house, the jarl himself waited for them with a stern expression and stated somehow coldly:

„Carrie, go inside. I will speak to him."

„All right, father" – she said, looked at Iorveth with worry and went inside.

Holger seemed angry, as he started to walk towards the quay. Iorveth followed, a little bit unsure. As he stopped, at the end of the quay, the jarl said:

„I spoke to the Crow" – he said looking at the sea, paused and looked at him – „She is my daughter. Here, at Faroe, something like that cannot happen. What do you think you are doing?" – asking this question Holger had a stern and dangerous expression.

„Aen Seidhe believe, that the most important things shall be done under the sun and the stairs, to have them as your witness" – Iorveth replied calmly.

Holger was staring at him for a long time, but his features relaxed quickly. Then, he said:

„I judged you too harshly, forgive me... We are all nervous lately."

„Why?" – the Seidhe asked. Holger looked at the sea and then back at him, before continuing:

„There was an attack on Hindarsfjall..."

„Who would dare?"

„Wraiths of Mörhogg. Cerys wants to sail there with Carnelian as soon as possible, to investigate. But there is nothing, they can find. In the past, the Wraiths extremely rarely invaded Skellige..." – upon hearing the answer Iorveth tensed, but asked:

„Did the Crow repeat to you the prophesy, she spoke in my presence?"

„Yes. This is bothering me, too. I'm getting old and Halbjorn doesn't have children, yet. But from what she said, he may never have... It may pass to Margaret to ensure the continuation of the clan Dimun, of my family. If the time comes, will you be ready? Are you the one, Iorveth?" – Margo's father asked him in a heavy voice. Iorveth didn't hesitate for a moment, before answering:

„I love her."

„Aye... let's hope it will be enough" – the older man said. – „Now, come inside. We have a feast to participate..."

They walked back in total silence. From afar, he heard sounds of the incoming storm. But he knew, that usually, the storm is just a storm.


HALBJORN

Savione 1272

Harviken

Faroe

As his father and Iorveth entered the hall, Halbjorn knew, that he accepted the man without any reservations. But he was shocked, when the jarl invited the Seidhe, to sit at his left hand. This was a place reserved for Carnelian or her husband in the future. Carrie looked more than surprised as well, exchanged very strange looks with their mother and Cerys, but sat at Iorveth's side without a word. As the rest was seated, Holger stood up and raised his glass, saying:

„My family and friends, let's drink: to the future!"

"Skål!" – all shouted and drunk, spilling the last sip on the ground for the gods and the dead.

"How was the Continent?" – Vigdis, his wife, asked Carrie.

"Fantastic. Everyone wanted to kill everyone. As you know, Coinneach, Lóegairen and the rest had enough of it quickly. If it wasn't for Ciaran I would probably lose my mind, but thanks to him, I just became a drunk."

"It was a very interesting soul-searching journey" – Ciaran, who sat close to them, mocked.

"And how is your soul, sis?" – he inquired.

"Exactly as I thought: non-existent. I sold it a long time ago, to Davy Jones..." – as she stated and the hall laughed heartedly, but she only smirked.

After a few hours, Halbjorn was standing in the corner, talking with Hjalmar and Isengrim. He noticed Iorveth approaching them slowly and, as he got to them, they all smiled:

"That was quite a show today" – Isengrim said smirking.

"I know. I didn't expect that" – Iorveth replied.

"What did you tell to my father?" – he asked curiously.

"The truth."

"Oh..." – he paused looking at the Seidhe intently. – "And does my sister know?"

"Not yet and I was right to wait. There is something I need to do" – Iorveth said with tension in his voice.

"The trial was set?" – Hjalmar asked.

"Yes and I don't understand much of it. I need your help, Halbjorn."

"Sure. Do you remember the exact words?"

"It's hard to forget..." – Iorveth said and repeated to them his conversion with the Crow.

"Fuck!" – Halbjorn swore, as he finished. – "Those cliffs... I mean, we jump from various cliffs on Faroe, it's risky, but rarely truly dangerous. But the gods want you to jump from the Suicide Cliffs, no one survived it, yet. And... it's winter..."

"I thought so" – Iorveth answered in a resigned voice. – "But... I was almost sure, that so many nights before would be my last, that... I'm getting used to it."

They all went silent, before Hjalmar stated:

"We meet you at dawn near the cottage. Now, go with her. You may not have much time..."

Iorveth took the advice, because he and Margo left soon after their conversation.

She will kill us all once she learns, what we are planning to do.

At dawn, Iorveth emerged quietly from the cottage with an expressionless face. On their way to the cliffs, they were conversing about trivia, as if it was a morning like any other. It was the moment, as all four of them stood at the edge of the cliff, when they fully realised, what is going to happen. Halbjorn spoke slowly:

"This is why they are called Suicide Cliffs. The cliff is very high, the water is deep, but there are rocks everywhere down there. Moreover, if you survive the jump, you'll need to swim for a long time, before you'll be able to get ashore and the waves here are murderous, while the water cold" – he paused and looked at the Seidhe, whose face still didn't show any emotion whatsoever. – "If you decide to jump, we'll wait for you a mile to the South on a beach, but... there are water currents there, you may have a problem to swim to the beach."

"Fine" – Iorveth stated casually and started to undress. – "It's a good day to die..."

"What?" – Isengrim asked in shock.

"She always says that... I like it" – the younger Seidhe replied with a smirk and just... jumped.

"Fuck!" – Halbjorn and Hjalmar shouted, but it was too late.

They are all suicidal... There is nothing, that can stop the elf, from getting what he or she wants. I should be impressed, but... My sister is going to kill me, because of that.

Iorveth was gone. They stood dumbfounded for a while, but Isengrim stated calmly, gathering the other Seidhe's clothes:

"Come, we promised to wait on the beach."

"But... Isengrim..."

"The trial didn't kill us, though it was close. It won't kill him, either. Come."

They went South and got to the beach. There was no one out here. They sat and looked at the water to the North. Then, he saw Iorveth swimming, but having a hard time with the waves. He shouted at once:

"Hjalmar!"

"Coming!"

Both undressed and got to the water. As they reached the spot, where the Seidhe was just a while ago, but he was already not to be seen. He sunk. They swam, searching frantically. After a long time, Halbjorn saw him and dove. At last, they dragged him to the beach. Isengrim was waiting there and started to resuscitate his friend immediately. More of the precious time have passed... They were losing hope, but Isengrim didn't give up. In the end, Iorveth coughed violently and opened his eye. When he could breathe normally, he just stated:

"Your gods suck... "

They all laughed and looked at Iorveth, shaking their heads.

He is alive... for now. But we are yet to face Carnelian's wrath...

The moment they got to Harviken, they saw some Seidhe and humans looking at them. Carnelian emerged from the hall with Cerys just a moment later. Their mother, father and Crach were following them. The Crow stood in the shadow of the jarl's house. As his sister approached them, she spoke with a demanding voice:

"Where have you been? All of you! Have you lost your minds?!"

"We..." – Halbjorn started, but was interrupted by Iorveth:

"… were sightseeing."

"Sightseeing?!" – she huffed and exclaimed with raised eyebrows.

"Yes" – Iorveth answered in a calm voice.

"So why are you all wet...?"

"We swam a bit."

"But Isengrim..."

"He didn't."

"You look terrible."

"Thank you."

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

"No" – as he answered again, she bit her lower lip and asked looking at the rest:

"Anyone has something else to say?"

"No" – they all replied.

She looked in cold anger at them, before she spoke again:

"You are all grounded. You won't go anywhere without guards. Is it understood?"

"You can't Margo..." – Iorveth stated slowly.

"I can and I just did. Since today's morning, we are at war and I command the warriors of the clan Dimun."

"War, with whom?" – Halbjorn asked.

"Nilfgaard. We received ultimatum..."

"What kind of ultimatum?"

"To assist them with conquering the Northern Realms or... to go down with them. Emhyr sent it to all jarls, but not to the king. He is trying to divide us again, but he will fail. Still, we must prepare for war."

"May I just point out, that neither Isengrim, Hjalmar nor myself are under your command?" – Iorveth stated.

"My men are and they will guard you. As to your oath, it's high time to make up your minds, Iorveth. You passed the trial" – she said in an irritated voice and paused. – "I saw, that Crow is looking at you with surprise, she didn't see the outcome, but you survived. Don't think, that you can lie to me, I'm usually one step ahead, remember?" – she asked looking pointedly at all of them. – "Now, we must sail at once to An Skellig, while we still can. From there, I want to go to Hindarsfjall. We will be back on Faroe in a fortnight."

"OK" – Iorveth stated. – "We will go today."

"OK" – she huffed, shook her head and went to their cottage.

Halbjorn observed Iorveth bowing his head slightly to his father, before he turned around, too and followed her slowly.

I think, that I don't envy him... Living with her under the same roof was always... challenging.


CERYS

Yule 1272

Urialla

An Skellig

The feast was loud and merry, the Skelliger already got used to the company of Aen Seidhe and even enjoined some of their customs, too. Especially music, however, Skelliger may not admire it fully, they were impressed by Seidhe skills. As Carrie and Iorveth were dancing in the hall, it was Ciaran, who started to play Stella Splenders. This, unexpectedly, caused the two dancers to kiss and almost cry. When they resumed dancing, everyone else left the dance-floor, giving them space.

Like the first dance and they look, as if they were born to dance this very dance: here, tonight, together.

Cerys looked at Isengrim, who was standing alone in a corner. She heard the story from Carnelian back on Faroe and understood his half-sad half-glad expression, so she approached him asking:

„Did you love her?"

„You are quite blunt" – he replied looking at her, but continued: – „I was very close to..."

„Are you still angry at her?"

„I... I've always understood..."

„And at him?"

„Usually, I would, for hiding something like that from me, but... in these circumstances... I can't."

„So you are not angry at all?"

„Probably mostly at myself."

„And he?"

„Is he angry at me? Immensely..."

„Over a woman?"

„Not a woman, we shared women before, even at the same time" – he smiled at her blush. – „The woman. The one he wants more than anything else. The one, who is his."

„But, you thought, that he was dead... is it really your fault?"

„He wouldn't mind if she was with some random dh'oine or even Seidhe. But, me... this is another story."

„Brotherly rivalry?"

„You can say so, I guess... But mostly, once he told me, that he trusted me always and with anything. Now, it would never be the same... he will not forget that."

„And you, will you forget?"

„I already did. Truly, a commitment was never my thing."

„Really?" – she asked in disbelieve. – „I would say, that to the contrary. You are committed to so many people and things, that I doubt, that there is still free space in your heart or mind."

She smiled when he looked at her pensively and left her to go to the main table.

Isengrim... oh, I am such a fool...

After some time, she walked there, as well. Many guests were dancing in the hall of the clan Tuirseach now. The tune just changed and she felt a grip on her arm, as she turned around – it was Isengrim, who was looking at her with a warm smile:

„Would you dance with me, Cerys?"

„Yes" – she answered and smiled, too.

She felt a shiver, as he pulled her closer when they danced and as his palms brushed against hers. He looked at her intently, almost taking her breath away. As the music slowed down, she asked:

„What are you thinking about?"

„That your heart is free. Far from innocent, but free" – he replied with a chuckle.

„I am not the one to commit."

„Oh... I think to the contrary. But, you want to commit once and for the lifetime. Anything in between is just a pass-time for you. You want to be the first and the last, who matters. But you are wary, afraid, that it will never happen. Instead, you froze your heart, not to be disappointed."

She met his dark eyes and time stopped around her. She didn't breathe or move. Thankfully, the music stopped as well, they bowed to each other and she could turn around and go to catch some air outside.

How could you read me like an open book? And so fast?


ISENGRIM

Yule 1272

Yngvar's Fang

An Skellig

They all decided to let him and Iorveth go to Gunnar – the guard of the Path – alone, in the early morning. As instructed, they found a man sitting by the huge rock, at the foot of the mountain. He noticed them, as they approached and stated:

„Who venture the Path in two, will need to choose what to lose..."

„What?"

„I warned you. You should go alone, but... if you go together, strange things will happen. You will need to choose."

They looked at each other, but they made up their minds a long time ago. They were going together.

„Thank you, Gunnar, but we are not changing our minds" – Iorveth said.

„Go, then and bring me two tokens."

They were climbing the Fang steadily and but for a few harpies, they met no obstacles. As they were a few meters from the peak, the ground under his feet collapsed and he started to fall down, having no time to think or to grab anything, but... then, he felt a strong hand catching him – it was Iorveth. He fell to the ground and extended his hand. Still... they were trapped. Isengrim couldn't grab anything to pull himself up and Iorveth wouldn't survive long in this position. There was nothing they could do. Isengrim looked in his friend's eye and said:

„Fraere... you can't hold me for long."

„I know" – he panted. – „You are terribly heavy..."

„Let go, Iorveth."

„What?! No. This is not an option. I will pull you up."

„Iorveth..."

„Shut up and prepare your other hand to grab the edge."

„Fraere..."

„No! We'll do it. You won't give up like that. We've always fought together and we survived" – Iorveth argued panting.

„OK" – he almost whispered.

It was impossible, but they did it. As he climbed up and they sat, panting heavily, he just said:

„Thank you..."

„I hate it when you give up."

„Sometimes, there is nothing else, you can do..."

„I refuse to believe that."

„I know."

„But now... how are we to jump to the path on another side of this chasm?" – Iorveth asked, shaking his head.

„We must climb the rock to our left."

„Fuck..."

Again, not without difficulty, but they did it. Together. Soon, they noticed the scarf – the token, which they were supposed to bring down. But, as they were approaching, a harpy came and stole it, just in front of their noses, to dove down beyond the mountain a second later. They didn't even have a chance to react.

„For fuck's sake and now what?" – Isengrim asked with anger in his voice. – „Is everything on this cursed Path against us?"

„It was not just a harpy... it was a celaeno harpy..." – Iorveth stated pensively.

„How...?"

„Advantages of spending time with certain vatt'ghern."

„Oh... so what about them?"

„They steal dreams and bind them to crystals."

„Sick..."

„Yeah. Gwynbleidd saw mine in Vergen... his story was quite interesting."

„What did you dream about?"

„Home" – Iorveth answered with a small smile. – „But by then, it was terribly empty..."

Isengrim didn't reply, not certain how to react. But Iorveth broke the silence:

„Come on, we will track her down."

They went down the mountain slope to find a cave, from which other harpies were flying out. Venturing it, they needed to fight hard on their way and they were more than thankful, that Carrie gave them silver swords for their quest... it would be impossible to survive without them.

Not without difficulty, they got to the shelf, where nests were laid and they found a circular, stony object. It looked like...

„Projector" – Isengrim stated.

„I think so, come, let see some dreams" – Iorveth suggested mischievously.

It was probably wrong of them, to do it, but... who would know? So they gathered few crystals and put them into the projector. The first, included people arguing. The second, sailing and feasting. The third: orgies... Well... But the fourth took their breath away.

Ragh nar Roog..." – Carrie's voice whispered.

Carrie! Watch out!" – it was Hjalmar, fighting behind her, who shouted.

She turned around, to see him falling to the ground, cut almost in half, by the elf. He was tall and slender, still in the skeleton armour, but wore neither mask nor helmet. His long chestnut hair was falling down in elegant waves. His face was incredibly beautiful, but his features were displaying contempt and hunger. His lilac eyes were fixated on her, as he was approaching slowly... She fought hard, but had no chance. She fell to the ground, soon, with bleeding arms, without her weapons. She screamed in pain, as he grabbed her by her hair saying:

You really thought, that you can get away from me?"

Fuck off."

Oh, I will... fuck, but not necessarily off..."

I'd rather die."

I know, I see the defiance in your eyes. But we have been taking slaves for generations in your account of time, I know how to tame a dh'oine..." – he paused. – „I was searching for you for more than a decade. You and Zirael, you are coming with us... alive."

She started to fight, to pull her hair, to scream. He slapped her so harshly, that she fell down on her face. As he knelt down next to her, he pushed her roughly to the ground with his hand between her shoulders. He spoke again – slowly, viciously and seductively:

You are a slave and you will soon learn, what it means. You would regret, that you haven't had died that day, at the Tree. Then, I would grant you a quick death, but you ran away, struggling so hard to survive. I was impressed by you, dh'oine. Impressed enough, to wish to crush this little spirit of yours, in every possible way. You will beg me to stop, but I won't."

I don't beg" – she replied, but spoke no more, as he almost crushed her chest.

So you will learn, filth."

The dream ended. Isengrim looked at Iorveth, who was equally dumbfounded and terrified as he was. They didn't breathe or move for a long time, looking in horror at the walls of the cave. When Isengrim gathered himself, he spoke:

„Dearg Ruadhri... They are..."

„Aen Elle... they must be" – Iorveth finished for him.

„You think..."

„...that she knows? That she met them ten years ago? Do you have any other explanation? This was a very detailed dream..."

„Since we first came, there was a lot of talk about Ragh nar Roog... The prophecies... You think... that they may follow us here?"

„Us or Zirael. Gwynbleidd... he spoke some things, as he got his memories back... about the Child Surprise and the Wild Hunt, following her through time and space."

„I... wished, that they come... I..."

„We all dreamt of that, fraere" – Iorveth paused. – „Before we've met the pirates... Margo... The prophecy!"

„What?"

The fate is cruel, would you hear yet more? Blood of your own blood will be your price,

or what you once lost with the heart's sore, fear and shame, now, you will sell it twice."

„Gods! May it be?"

„It looks like..."

„But we cannot kill our brethren! Our kin!" – Isengrim exclaimed. – "There is nothing we can do..."

„I know. I..." – the younger Seidhe paused with a terrified expression and continued: – „Am I to sell her again?" – he asked more himself, in a totally blank voice.

„We cannot take the oath... we won't stand against the Aen Elle and I'm not planning to betray them."

„So what are you saying?"

„I say, that we venture the Path, go to Hindarsfjall, but at Faroe, we must stall the ceremony and if anything will indicate that Ragh nar Roog may come, we must leave immediately."

„Is... I..."

„I know. But would you...?"

„No."

„So you have no choice, either."

Everyone was cheering as they came in the evening back to Urialla. The celebrations took the whole night. He wasn't surprised, that Carrie and Iorveth stayed with the crowd till the very end.


CERYS

Yule 1272

Lofoten

Hindarsfjall

On the boat, the mood was more than strange. On the first night, she heard Carrie and Iorveth arguing in the captain's cabin. The second night, she saw, that Iorveth decided to sleep in another cabin and Carrie slept alone. It seemed like everything had changed in two days. Everyone was irritated by the time when they sailed into the harbour in Lofoten. There, it was terribly quiet and no one was to be seen. It was totally abandoned. They landed on the anchor and ventured to the village.

Margo was at the head and Iorveth was following her. Isengrim was walking slowly towards them and Cerys caught up with him and smiled, as he looked at her. She asked quietly:

„What is happening, Is? Something is wrong, I can see it."

„It's not our business, Cerys" – he answered.

„You mean it's not mine. You, obviously, know. It started as you came back from the Path."

„All right... I cannot speak for them, but... we saw a dream..." – he replied with resignation.

„Celaeno harpies?

„How do you...?"

„Geralt is my father's friend... they have a common experience with... Yennefer of Vengerberg."

„Oh... interesting, I didn't know that."

„Well... but as they've met, they liked each other at once, so... it doesn't really matter."

„I see. But yes, celaeno harpies had their nest in the cave below the Fang."

„So... you saw Carrie's dream?"

„Yes."

„Well... And?"

„It changed everything."

„Oh... so his heart is so easy to sway?"

„No. His heart will never change, he is already too deep. But his mind, it's a different story."

„And what your heart is telling you?"

Isengrim looked at her pensively and with a tense expression. He spoke in a low and quiet voice:

„My heart tells me, that I want to stay. But... I know, that I may need to go."

„And for now?" – she inquired further, but he didn't answer.

Instead, he took her hand gently and walked with her to the village.

In the village, Cerys and Carrie were investigating frantically, pacing back and forth through the abandoned village:

„Strains of blood" – Cerys stated, crouching next to the stables.

„And sulphur... Many trails of heavy armour boots and hoofs" – Carrie added.

„Some houses were burned. But I still feel..."

„… cold. Frost from the void..."

„What?"

„The Wild Hunt... they are travelling through the void and source magical power from its frost."

„How?"

„Long story, dear."

„But the Wild Hunt... they are wraiths, they don't leave tracks like that!" – Cerys exclaimed.

„No, Cerys" – Carrie stated slowly – „they are of flesh and blood..."

„What? How do you know?"

„I've met them thirteen years ago... They are alive."

Both women stayed on the island, still searching for more clues. It took them a few hours. Before they headed back, Cerys saw Carrie looking at Iorveth intently and breathing heavily. Then, she approached him and kissed him gently, without saying a single word. Later, she headed to the boat.

She understood something, but what? Is she giving up?

Back on the boat, Carrie was standing alone at the foredeck, looking at the horizon. As Cerys approached her, she saw it: a single teardrop was falling down her cheek. Carrie, the most determined warrior she has known, just gave up without a fight. She made a decision, which would haunt her for the rest of her life. But why? What could possibly stand between those two, after everything they'd already been through and managed to work out? Cerys wasn't sure, if she should, but she asked nonetheless:

„You are letting him go, aren't you?"

„Yes, my dear" – she replied in a resigned voice.

„Why?"

„Choosing between something I will regret for the rest of my life and something I know he would, I'll always choose the former. I love him too much to allow him to suffer like that and for as long as he may live."

„But... Carrie... he loves you, he will be heartbroken, as you will."

„Yes. But, he'll believe, that I destroyed us. Soon, he will hate me and he can live with that. The alternative... I don't want him to live with the alternative, Cerys."

„What do you mean?"

„The Wraiths of Mörhogg... I told you, that they are of flesh and blood" – Margo replied looking at her with a concerned face.

„Yes. But Iorveth is not a man, who has never killed anyone... Some more killing is hardly a problem for him, is it?"

„It is. Cerys... they are elves."

„What?!" – she exclaimed in shock.

„Not Aen Seidhe, but still. Aen Elle are their cousins, they stem from the same people – Aen Undod. Do you think, that either Iorveth or Isengrim would kill one of their own?"

„No! Obviously... so they either leave or... fight against us? Is that what you are suggesting, Carrie?"

„That is why they must go. We may have already been surrounded by enemies, cousin... The ones we invited to our home... This is my fault, I know it. But... I'm trying to fix it. My feelings, or his, are irrelevant. We are talking about the safety of all Skelliger and I will never put it in jeopardy. Do you see now?" – Carrie asked looking her in the eyes.

„Yes, Margaret... Sorry, I doubted you, I won't do it again."

„There is nothing to be sorry about. You couldn't have known, but now, you do."

„I wish, I didn't."

„Me too, but we didn't choose the world we were born into or the times we were destined to live in. All we can do is use our time as good as we can and leave this world with nothing to be ashamed of."

They stood together on the deck, looking at Faroe, which was getting bigger and bigger as they were approaching it. The sun was setting slowly behind it and everything was bathed now in the red light of the last rays of the sun.


Adagio

CERYS

Feainn 1272

Kaer Trolde

Ard Skellig

The news of Bran an Tuirseach's death travelled fast. Crach an Craite, as his next of kin, invited the mourners to Kaer Trolde. But everybody knew, that the king's death would change everything. Since the attack on Cintra and king Eist's death, all the jarls grew closer, worked together and put many quarrels behind them. They knew, that against Nilfgaardian thread, they must stand united. Carnelian and her father, Holger, had great input in this unity. Their information and warnings allowed them all to be ready and to influence significantly the outcome of the war. To change their position in the politics of Northern Realms.

As Cerys and Hjalmar learned about a race for the crown, they both decided to run immediately. Their father considered it for a while, but decided to support both of them. Cerys knew, how unlikely it was, that the jarls would choose a woman to rule them, but... they followed Carnelian during the war. Why not her? As the other woman came to her mind she started to wonder, if she would run, too. Cause if she would, well...

The answer to her question came two weeks later, as the small fleet from Faroe landed at the harbour in Kaer Trolde. Cerys was quite shocked to see two tall men, hidden under hoods. She knew, who they were, so she decided to lead them to the stronghold as soon as possible. They didn't speak until they were in the main hall of the keep.

„Carnelian! Holger! Halbjorn! Isengrim! Iorveth!" – she exclaimed as the door was closed.

„Cerys!" – they all greeted her and Isengrim approached her and kissed the top of her hand.

She shivered, but smiled gently.

„Our deepest condolences" – he said looking her in the eyes – „your uncle was a great man."

„Yes, yes he was. Thank you. I'm glad to see you all, but you are in danger here."

„We know, Carrie hoped, that you can arrange somewhere else for us to stay for a while. I wanted to see Ard Skellig" – he stated and grinned at her.

„I am happy, that you did. There is a house in a village a few hours from here, it's called Rogne. I'll make arrangements."

„Thank you."

„You're very welcome, Isengrim. Carrie, may I ask you a question?"

„I'm not, but Halbjorn is" – she replied, reading her mind and looked at her brother with a smile. – „I support him with all my heart."

„And influence" – Cerys added coldly.

„Yes. We are here for this very reason" – Carrie replied firmly.

„I understand."

She looked at Carrie and realised, that she looks tired and sad. Iorveth stood far from her, looking as devastated as she did. But it was not her business. Then, she looked at Isengrim, who was observing her intently.

This is going to be an exhausting month...


GERALT

Feainn 1272

Kaer Trolde

Ard Skellig

A heavy summer storm just passed, as he approached the harbour in Kaer Trolde. Everything was wet, but bathed in the sun of the late afternoon. The one trait, everyone praised in the Skelliger, was their persistence. It was a time of war and with the king gone, they already decided to choose another one. But it was not to be easy and almost every jarl's son or daughter decided to take part in the race for the crown.

On his way up, to the stronghold in Kaer Trolde, he met the king's son and Carnelian. What didn't surprise him, they were walking together, but in a distance. Like friends, far from closeness they once shared. He knew, that many things have changed since they were together. Geralt greeted them both:

„Margaret and Svanrige! It's good to see you. I'm so sorry for your loss, king Bran was an exceptional man."

„Geralt!" – they both exclaimed.

„Thank you, witcher" – Svanrige added and bowed slightly.

„You are leaving the feast?" – Geralt inquired.

„Svanrige built a new boat, a new type of drakkar. I'm going to inspect it" – Carrie stated with a small smile. – „Later, we'll join the feast, don't worry, my friend. We'll have plenty of time to talk."

„See you then" – he replied and smiled widely.

So he headed up as they descended to the harbour. At the feast, everything went wrong in a matter of minutes. As Geralt was conversing with Crach in his rooms, the berserkers attacked. Now, only three contestants to the crown of Skellige survived: Cerys, Hjalmar and Svanrige. He was standing with Carnelian, who was watching her brother's body, laid down on the floor of the stronghold in Kaer Trolde. She was sobbing quietly, hiding her face in her hands. Geralt hugged her and she turned to him, saying:

„It should be me, Geralt... It should have been me, not Halbjorn..."

„Carrie... Don't..."

„No, Geralt. It would make everything so much easier for so many... Even some lives may have been spared... If it has been me. But Halbjorn" – she sobbed – „he died in vain."

„Carrie it was an accident... fate..."

„Don't speak to me about fate, Geralt. It's dark, twisted and pointless. You know it as well as I do. We both only gained, to lose in the end. There is no fate, just pure accident in the universe. Pointless accident. Halbjorn... he deserved to live, to have children and a long, happy life. He deserved it all and now..." – she sobbed uncontrollably in his chest.

But one of the marvellous traits she had, was determination. Soon, she calmed herself down and went to her father, who was sitting at the table, sinking his sorrows in a mug of mead. They sat together, silent for hours and then, stood up and went to sleep.

The whole next day he spent with Cerys investigating, what had happened at the feast. They found out the truth, but were far from being able to prove it beyond the reasonable doubt. Still, they didn't have more time, so they faced the jarls in the evening. The outcome was as they expected: they didn't believe them, until:

„Wait!" – a new voice came from the path leading to the terrace, where they stood.

Margo and Svanrige were coming slowly in their direction. As they stood next to Cerys, they looked at each other and Svanrige spoke:

„Mother... You told us to leave the feast and go to the harbour."

„You saved our lives, Birna" – Margo stated slowly and a cold wrath was transparent in her voice. – „But how did you know?"

She was answered with a silence. The, Svanrige stated strongly:

„You gave Cerys no credence. You gave the witcher no credence. But you must give credence to a son, who accuses his own mother" – Svanrige stated looking at the jarls. – „The massacre was her doing. She's shamed herself, me, the family and the clan!"

„Svanrige... I did it for you! Only for you!" – Birna cried.

He expected Carrie to kill the woman with her bare hands on the spot. But Carrie looked tired and crushed, as if finally, she gave up the fight. The young woman just turned around and walked away, not even waiting for the jarls' verdict.


MARGO

Feainn 1272

Kaer Trolde

Ard Skellig

It was almost morning, as they were sitting in the harbour of Kaer Trolde. They sat on their favourite spot, the place they've came together since they were children. But, they were children no longer... She hugged him closely and whispered:

„Svanrige..."

„No... Margo. This... your brother! I..."

„I know. But it wasn't your fault."

„Maybe it was? I should have known..."

„Oh, my dear. We all have things we regret."

„I regret losing you..."

„I missed you for a long time, but..."

„You moved on. I can see you, Carrie. You were radiating last time I saw you, on An Skellig, with Iorveth."

„I remember. Still, it is but a past, as well."

„Why?"

„I am the heir to the seat in Harviken, the next head of the clan Dimun... I'm not sure, if anything can stay the same... And he must go... But listen to me and my trifle. What are you planning to do?"

„I..."

„Go to the East, Svanrige. Go to Vergen."

„Why?"

„Our friends are still there, they'll take you in and you can start fresh, take another name. I beg you, don't do anything rash."

„I'll try, Carrie. Take care."

„You too, my friend. We will miss you."

They hugged closely and rested like that for a long while. The sun was rising slowly, changing the colours of the Great Sea gradually. There was no wind and no cloud in the sky. It was empty. As empty as was she.


CERYS

Feainn 1272

Rogne

Ard Skellig

A few days later, Carrie and Cerys were accompanied by Geralt of Rivia on their way to Rogne. They suggested, that he would meet old friends there, but nothing more. As they opened the door to the cottage, Geralt exclaimed:

„Iorveth and Isengrim! I should have guessed!"

„Gwynbleidd, it's good to see you" – Iorveth hugged the witcher brotherly.

„So you are all staying on Skellige Isles!"

„Yeah..."

„How have you been?" – Geralt asked and they all conversed about the funeral, feast and the last events.

It was Carrie, who brought the sensitive subject:

„Geralt, why are you here? I don't think, that the king's death would be a reason enough for you to come and for Yennefer to make an appearance."

„No... we are looking for Ciri... She was here, probably pursued by the Hunt."

„Hindarsfjall..." – Carrie stated.

„Yes. I heard, that you were there a while ago... did you find anything?"

„The Hunt was there, I have no doubt... But we found nothing about Ciri, however, we didn't look and we didn't use magic. Yen may find more."

„She plans to. Carrie, may I take you outside for a while?" – Geralt asked.

„Sure."

„And I'll go for a walk" – Iorveth stated and all three left.

As she was left alone with Isengrim for a moment, Cerys asked:

„Would you like to stay on Ard Skellig for a while?"

„Maybe... we haven't spoken about it yet."

„I see..."

„Cerys, things are... complicated now. Today's news... may push things forward even faster, than we anticipated... I..."

„Yes, I know. You are leaving" – she paused. – „At least, come for the elections. I want you to be there."

„I will, then" – he replied with an uncertain smile.

They sat in silence, looking at each other with longing and fear, uncertain how to act around each other. She closed her eyes and cursed it all: fate, time, place, gods, him, herself. Everything, what stood between them and it seemed to be the entire universe. Carrie was right: everything was a pure accident. She should have never even met Isengrim. They should have never spoken or touched. It all should have never been. She wouldn't have felt this unexplainable hope, that they may have been together. That he may have been the one to understand her, to be at her side. Now, it was no more, but something, that could have been. She would never know...

Of so many worlds why into this world we were thrown? Why we are here together? I already regret it. Why not regret something more? Can it change anything? It's always better to regret something you did than something, you could have done.

As she looked through the window it started to rain and she heard thunder from afar. The storm is coming to wipe it all clean. To destroy, take away, but also to water the soil. There is always some ambivalence in summer storms.


IORVETH

Feainn 1272

Rogne

Ard Skellig

In the cottage, they were staying in, there was not much place and only three beds. As Margo, Cerys and Geralt arrived, it was already getting dark and when they finished talking, it was midnight. Margo fell asleep on his bed quite early, she looked deadly tired the moment she entered the cottage in the first place. He joined her and laid down next to her. But, before falling asleep, he heard an awkward conversation between Cerys and Isengrim:

„Take my bed, I can..."

„Isengrim, we are adults. Come, it's big enough for both of us."

„Cerys... I..."

„I insist."

His friend huffed, but he heard his footsteps. Isengrim liked the girl, he could say... It was him, who agreed to come to Ard Skellig for the funeral and Iorveth didn't really know: why? Maybe he just couldn't refuse Holger's bidding or he wanted to see Cerys for one last time... But, it didn't change anything. This relation was doomed, as was his relationship with Margo.

Since they've came back from An Skellig Iorveth... couldn't... wouldn't... Already on the boat, they barely touched. But since Hindarsfjall... they barely talked as well. After a week of being pushed and treated as coldly as he could, Margo went to live back to the jarl's house, while he spent his nights alone and days with Isengrim and the rest of his friends in Seidhedol...

He loved her, more than he could say, more than he could express. This was the reason why... the possibility of betraying her clenched his heart. Touching her, he felt as if he was lying to her, falsely assuring, that he is someone, who he could never be. He couldn't bear this thought, so they were falling apart gradually.

He wouldn't dare to sleep with her today, if she hadn't been asleep already. But now, he could feel the warmth radiating from her, he could gently trace the curves of her body and inhale her scent. He could do so many things, which he refused himself and her for many long months. He closed his eyes, feeling, that his hands are beginning to shake again and he has problem breathing.

I will lose you. I can feel it in my heart and in my soul. I will lose you again. What twisted fate made us meet each other and lose for the first time? What sick destiny allowed as to find each other again, only to take it one more time? Are we cursed? Or it was never meant to be in the first place? Maybe... it was just an accident, that we met, that we survived and now... Gods... are taking their due? Or even revenge: for daring to have more, than we deserved?

The next day, he woke up alone. Margo was no where to be found, but her place in his bed was still warm. He got up to see Isengrim sleeping with Cerys, hugging her closely. They both looked so... perfect together. He wished he hadn't seen it, so he quickly left the cottage. Margo was standing at the hill, looking ahead. He hesitated for a long time before joining her. As he stood next to her, she spoke still looking ahead:

„I slept with Svanrige..."

He froze and closed his eyes, trying to calm his breath, but spoke nothing.

I knew, that it will happen sooner or later. I was so cold for so long... Still... she hurt and betrayed me again, knowing perfectly well, that she would. How can one person be so selfless and so selfish?

„I realised how much I missed him and... that my situation has changed now" – she continued.

„You are the heir to the seat of your clan and you must have an heir of your own. A dh'oine."

„Yes. I must marry and I must do it soon. We cannot fool around any longer."

Fool around? Is this, what I was for you? A toy? When did I make this mistake? When have I started to trust you? You are not selfless, but simply absolutely selfish. Deep in my heart, I knew from the very beginning, that it may be just a game for you, but... Sometimes, I was... a fool. No more. Idiot, as you said, over and over again. Idiot, who trusted a dh'oine with his heart and future. We were all played, lured with a false sense of safety and purpose. Again. When will we learn?

„I understand" – was all he said at loud.

„I know you do. You can, obviously, stay on Faroe."

„I don't think so... most of us will go. It is time to come back to the Continent."

„Yes... it's probably for the best."

„I will stay here, I know, that Isengrim planned to go with Cerys to the elections. Then, we can sail back from Kaer Trolde."

„Yes. I agree."

He turned around and left, not even looking at her.

Maybe it's for the best? You destroyed us in the end. Now, we can go without any questions asked... Without regret... Knowing much, much more about you, dh'oine.


ISENGRIM

Lammas 1272

Gedyneith

Ard Skellig

The gathering of clans took place under the ancient oak. In the place, which seemed to be as old as the world itself. It was terribly loud: members of different clans were cheering or shouting for a change. Even some fights took place that evening. The mood was especially foul after the events, which had taken place in Kaer Trolde and it was obvious, that some still held the grudge. For example: Madman Lugos, who was watching the clan an Craite with murder in his eyes.

As Cerys put the crown on her head she looked radiating and stronger, than ever before. She descended to speak with some jarls and then, spoke with Carnelian for a long while. As they finished, they hugged closely and both looked at him. Carrie just smirked at her friend and left to the centre of gathering. Cerys, on the other hand, approached him with determination in her face.

„Your Grace" – he greeted her officially and bowed.

„Come with me" – she only stated and headed West.

They walked deeper into the forest. Far enough, not to hear the sounds from the gathering. She turned abruptly and faced him, saying:

„I couldn't breathe there."

„I can only imagine" – he replied in a reassuring voice.

„But it's not the only reason, why I wanted to take you here."

„No?" – he asked surprised.

„Come..." – she stated and started to walk again.

So they ventured further into the West, through the sparse spruce forest. He smelt the sea as they approached the coast slowly. The line of the trees ended and they emerged on the clearing high on the mountain. The view before them was encompassing part of the island and the Great Sea. It was majestic, breathtaking and overwhelming.

This place is breathtaking... so alluring and fascinating. And you... with me, alone. So fitting here, so perfectly one with the island and the sea. For a time I thought, that I can be one with the island and with you. But it cannot be. I yearn for you so much, but...

She interrupted his internal struggle:

„Is... I know, that you are leaving. I know, that you must go. But even if this was to be the last night, I still want to spend it with you."

He watched her intently as she approached him. Her chocolate eyes were almost black and determined. He struggled to stop himself, but as she was one step in front of him, he closed the distance between them and kissed her passionately. He knew, that he shouldn't. But her lips were warm and eager, demanding and giving at the same time. His hand moved on its own accord to her hair, removing the fastener and allowing it to fall gracefully on her shoulders. As he separated from her lips, he needed to take a deep breath, seeing her so splendid and wild as she looked now.

But she, probably not sure if he wouldn't stop her, moved quickly to his coat, shirt and belt. He killed his last rational thought quickly and pulled her down with him on the ground. As he undressed her completely, he devoured every inch of her body with his mouth, tracing her pale and freckled skin with his fingers almost frantically. The first time she moaned under his touch, he looked at her face. She let her eyelids fell down with a little smile on her lips. But he stopped his movements for too long, taking in her expression. Her eyes opened and she rolled them around, to be on the top of him. One of her knees rested between his tights and the other was on his side. His hand sneaked in between her tights swiftly, as she felt his touch she looked surprised for a moment, but soon leaned in to kiss him, allowing him to bring her to the edge. She came quickly, panting in his ear. The sensation of her hot breath on his neck and the sound of her moans, caused him to shiver with desire.

She was still dazed from her climax, as he rolled them both around. When he looked in her hazed eyes, she smiled and encircled his waist with her legs and his neck with her arms, pulling him closer to her body and urging him to enter. She didn't need to do it twice, soon, he was inside her waiting for her body to adjust. As her muscles relaxed, she looked up at him with a smile and pulled him closer for a kiss, tilting her hips slightly up to him. They were moving with no rush, incredibly closely entangled. His hands moved to her back, pulling her breasts even closer to his chest. She was tasting him, tracing his body, trying to remember. He just lost himself in her, wishing this moment to last, completely forgetting about chasing his pleasure, relishing the closeness of her body. But... this kind of intimacy never lasts for too long. After a time, her muscles begun to clench again around him and they came, kissing deeply.

He opened his eyes a long time later, still on the top of her, to meet her eyes.

I wish I have never met you, luned... Now I won't forget, that it could be, but may not.

Much later, as they dressed up and walked back, they didn't speak at all. He was too afraid, that he would choke on his words. She pursed her lips so hard, that nothing could escape pass them. But he heard her, swallowing her tears. Suddenly, she extended her hand to him, still looking ahead. He didn't hesitate for a moment, before taking it in his.

They came back to the oak, walking slowly and holding hands, until they emerged from the line of the trees. The sun was rising now and everyone was asleep. Most of the crowd was just lying on the clearing around the great tree. But he saw Carrie sitting by the oak with open eyes, staring at them with a sad expression, like she knew, that everything has changed and is going to change again, very soon.


MARGO

Velen 1272

Harviken

Faroe

She always loved coming home from her journeys. The moment her drakkar approached the harbour and was landed slowly has always given her the feeling of euphoria. But today... she hated it with all of her heart and wanted to stall it at any cost.

The beginning of this end is here, our world is soon to become mere whirl.

Thy sweet dreams play you as thy worst fears, for their hungry screams open thy ears...

The Crow was right and so, here we are. At the edge of tomorrow, which can only bring loss, death and sorrow. My dreams turned out to be my nightmares. I let the man I love go, because I cannot trust him. I wouldn't dare to ask him to fight for me. I didn't even try... I will go to this battlefield alone. To die... or worse. But it doesn't matter. He will be free, he will have, what he dreamt of. They say, that all day-dreams must perish, but some just turn into reality. His is very close.

Merciful Freya...take me... take me, but don't take it away from him and don't let my people pay for my mistakes. Throw me into the darkness, just... spare them all, I beg you.

In the evening, she asked her father to walk with her. They ventured far South from Harviken in total silence, before she spoke:

„Father..."

„Carrie... What's wrong?"

„The Aen Seidhe, they are leaving, dad..."

„What?! But we are preparing for war with Nilfgaard, didn't they want to fight?"

„If I asked you, to kill other Skelliger for someone else's cause, would you do it?"

„No! Obviously!"

„That is why they must leave... But, officially, they believe, that they need to try to get to Dol Blathanna. Many decided to stay, still. But... we won't ask them to fight for us."

„Carnelian, what do you mean?"

„Ragh nar Roog... It's coming, but it would not be, what we expected."

It was the first and the last time, as she saw the horror on her father's face. But he didn't ask anything else, nor did he say another word. They hugged closely, standing in the deep forest for a long time. Then, they heard a storm coming from the East and saw lightnings piercing the sky. Her father spoke slowly, still hugging her:

„Let it come, my dear daughter. We are strong. You are strong. Skellige will stand as it always has done, even if we are to fight alone. We are Skelliger, after all. Resistance and determination we learn at the age of three. Fighting and sailing at the age of five. We were build to stand through any storm. We did it in the past and we will do it again. Whatever comes, remember: I am the proudest father in the world. Always."

„I love you, dad... I will speak to mum... she must know, too and I want to be the one who will tell her. I... want to be alone with her for a while."

„Obviously. Sorrow is not weakness, Margaret. Not, if you can reforge it into a rage" – they separated, but she didn't look him in the eyes.

The only person she could cry around now was her mother. Because she was afraid and her mother, always gave her courage.


IORVETH

Velen 1272

Harviken

Faroe

The boats were packed and at least two hundred Aen Seidhe were ready to sail from Harviken on this morning. He was overlooking the last preparations, trying desperately to occupy himself with anything. He couldn't think about what will happen in a moment. But as they were ready, Holger, Kerstin and Margo were standing at the main square, waiting for them to say goodbye.

He stood in front of Margo, but her eyes were like two endless abysses and her face had no expression whatsoever. She only said:

„Va fail, Iorveth. Say hello to Saskia from me."

„Va fail... I will, obviously..."

As he approached Holger, the man had clenched jaw and cold expression. He was disappointed and he had every right to be. All of them disappointed him, but he and Isengrim, they've already betrayed him. There was no hand-shake nor fatherly hug. He only said:

„Va fail. And don't come back."

„Va fail, jarl. Thank you for..."

„Go away, Iorveth, before I will say something more. Just leave."

Now, he was standing on the rear deck completely alone, watching Margo's figure shrinking and then, disappearing completely.

I failed you... then you failed me... Or was it another way around? How is it possible to hurt each other so much over and over again?


Vivo

HJALMAR

Birke 1273

midday

fjord

Undvik

The sentinels were right... One of the fjords of Undvik changed the colour from blue to black. It was not an environmental disaster nor light... Nilfgaardians came with the power of the whole fleet. Even the ship of Emhyr var Emreis himself could be found in the very centre. His father stood on the mountain with Holger and Carnelian. He heard their conversation:

„It's not good" – Crach stated.

„No. To attack them we need to sail through the straits. Our ships are swift but..." – Carrie added.

„They are too many" – Holger finished for her – „they can block us with ease."

„Yes" – his father agreed. – „What now?"

„We wait" – Carrie stated.

„For what?" – her father inquired.

„Naglfar. Nilfgaardians will attack and we will join them. I would love to spill some Nilfgaardian blood, you know it. But if I'm right, we'll have a much bigger problem. We need allies" – she continued.

„Allies? You think, that Emhyr will ally with us? After we refused to help him? After what you've done on Yaruga?" – her father asked in disbelieve.

„Yes. It's about his daughter: Cirilla. We must make it look, as if we were helping him. Out of our own volition. Then, we'll talk" – the young woman said with conviction.

„I don't like the notion of peace for any price" – his father stated again.

„We need to survive the night, uncle. Then, we will think about the terms of the agreement. Now, it doesn't look good."

As he was listening to the conversation, they saw the magical anomaly and the black ship with black sails appeared out of no where in the fjord.

Carrie was right. Ragh nar Roog. It's real. It's here.


MARGO

Birke 1273

dusk

fjord

Undvik

Indeed, Skelliger and Nilfgaardians forgot quickly, that they were enemies. Right now, they were fighting side-by-side against the elves. But it wasn't easy. They were tall, strong, skilled, heavily armoured and they simply refused to die...

She was barely fighting her way through the Riders of the Hunt, as she saw something, what froze her blood: her father falling, cut almost in half by the elf, who was hunting her dreams for the last thirteen years... She stood frozen at her spot and felt the panic overwhelming her completely. Then, the elf looked at her and started to approach her, removing his helmet and the mask. He was impossibly beautiful, exactly as she remembered. But, right now, his features were predatory and dangerous. Coming closer, he said in a deep, almost seductive voice:

„The one, who got away..." – he stated and smiled darkly. – „My name is Elisedd. I was searching for you for thirteen years and here you are: coming to me on your own. I want you to get used to my face... you will see a lot of it in the future, luned."

„Over my dead body" – she barked, but he only laughed:

„Oh, no... I want you alive and whole... As for a dh'oine... you are a fascinating little thing."

They started to fight, but she had no chance... soon, both of her hands and her leg were bleeding and her swords were lying on the ground. He got to her and pushed her to the ground so roughly, that she fell on her face. Then, he crouched next to her and pulled her head up by her hair:

„Now... be a good girl... Let me tie you up, so I can take you with me on Naglfar" – his lilac eyes were icy cold and hungry, looking at her like on a piece of meat. She shivered, but still tried to fight. But it was futile. She heard him speaking again:

„Don't fight me! You are my slave, filth and I'll do to you whatever I please" – he stated slowly and with force in his voice.

„Let her go!" – a new voice called. A voice she knew so well. The voice, which caused her heart to beat faster.

„A Seidhe. Interesting" – Elisedd said, tilting his head. – „You know... we can share, if you like" – he offered with a nasty smile.

„I said: let her go and leave."

„Hmm..." – Elisedd only pulled her up a little bit more, what caused her to whimper in pain and Iorveth prepared his bow, aiming at his eye. But the Aen Elle continued: – "You like her. So sharing is probably not recommended. As you see, I got her first. But we'll take many dh'oine with us this year and even more in years to come. Come with us and take your pick... I think I'll be quite occupied with this one" – he stated and looked at Margo with predatory eyes again.

„One last warning: let her go."

„As you wish" – Elisedd pushed her roughly on the ground and she yelped again from the pain, which started in her nose, that was probably broken. – „You are not going to kill your kin for a dh'oine. We both know that. We are one. Put down your bow and join us... you know? In a gesture of our good will, I can give her to you, to play with. A pretty little slave, what will you say?"

Iorveth didn't answer. But the Aen Elle fell to the ground with an arrow in his eye. As she started to turn around, she heard the sound of a bow falling to the ground, felt a warm hand on her neck and heard:

„Margo... can you move?"

„Ior..." – she was sobbing uncontrollably – „Iorveth..."

„I'm here and the battle is nearing its end."

„My... father..."

„I'm so sorry, ma mienne."

She looked in the direction, where her father was lying and saw Isengrim kneeling next to his body with tense face. She turned to Iorveth and hugged him, crying in his chest. But his warm embrace calmed her and she realised, that there would be much to do now, so she separated from him, saying:

„Can you help me up?"

„Obviously... You need bandages. I have some with me."

„Thank you..." – she looked up at him again and allowed him to help her.

„Your nose..."

„We have no time. I'll just stop the bleeding."

They walked on the ice in the fjord, in the direction of Naglfar and as they were closer, she noticed Hjalmar descending from it:

„Margo!"

„Hjalmar! Where is Crach?"

„He... he is..."

„Oh, Hjalmar..."

„What is happening?"

„The Gate of the Worlds are opening... this was just a beginning. Now, they can invade us as they please... „

„What?"

„I need to talk to Emhyr, now. Iorveth!"

„Hmm?"

„How many came back?"

„All."

„Are they here?"

„Yes."

„Go with them up there" – she motioned the mountain. – „Light the fires and be ready to shoot burning arrows at Nilfgaardians."

„With pleasure, ma mienne" – he answered with a grin.

„Mousesack!"

„Carnelian?"

„Can you make a hole in the magical shield?"

„A hole, yes. More... no."

„A hole is enough. As I move my hand, just cast a spell through it, preferably on Emhyr's ship, would you?"

„Obviously!"

„Just... don't kill him... yet."

„I try, Margaret" – he replied, bowing slightly to her.

She approached Iorveth, kissed him chastely and went to the nearest boat, which was not too damaged and could be sailed. Ronja and Viggo were at her side immediately and they prepared to sail in the direction of the Nilfgaardian fleet.


EMHYR

Birke 1273

night

fjord

Undvik

He looked at the young woman ascending his ship. Medium cut, curly and extremely red hair gave up her name: Margaret Laura Carnelian. Her attire was torn and she had bandages on both of her hands, leg and a swollen nose. Still, she carried her weapons on her back and refused to give them up. He motioned to his men, to allow her to come closer. She approached him and bowed only slightly. He scrutinised her for a while and stated:

„Margaret Laura Carnelian, your reputation precedes you... You are extremely brave or stupid to come to me."

„We were fighting side-by-side here, in the bay, against the Aen Elle – the Wild Hunt and we won. Together."

„I offered you to conquer the North with me and your father refused..."

„This is not about politics, Emhyr... You know, who is the real enemy now. They may invade us all and now – they can... „

„So what are you offering?"

„Peace."

„I can smash you in a blink of an eye, tonight. You lost men and ships, there is not much of Skellige's glory anymore."

„No, you can't" – she replied calmly. – „Your ships are blocked in the fjord and look at the hill" – he looked in the direction, she pointed out, to see at least a hundred archers and some bonfires.

„I have shields."

„Do you?" – she moved her right hand up and a powerful spell moved his entire ship.

„What?! How?"

„We have powerful Aen Saevherne on our side, did you seriously think, that this shield can stop him?"

He paused for a long while, before inquiring:

„How would this peace look like?"

„No raiding, no war against each other, no blocking your trade routes."

„Do you have an authority for such an offer?"

„You will meet with Queen Cerys shortly, but I'm sure, she will agree, Emperor."

„Agreed. Now, we cease fighting."

„Yes. Thank you for your time, Your Grace."

„It was a pleasure to meet you personally, jarl Margaret Carnelian. The clan Dimun is lucky to have you at its head" – he stated and looked at her pensively for a while, before adding: – „My condolences... I lost my father, too."

„It was not my destiny..."

„Oh... maybe it was? You were saved by the Seidhe, weren't you? My men brought very interesting news of seeing two Aen Seidhe on the battlefield, who we believed to be long gone: Iorveth and Isengrim Faoiltiarna."

„Maybe."

„If so, your father was wiser, than I gave him credit for. You can build a dynasty, which will exceed any other. The policy only makes sense, if it is consistent..."

„Va fail, Your Grace."

„Va fail, jarl."

He was observing the hill for a long time after she left.

I should have killed you. If you marry one of them... you'll be one step closer to building a dynasty to rule for centuries over much more, than just Skellige. But... enough blood was spilt today.


CREVAN

Birke 1273

the next morning

Undvik

They came together, in the morning, to the battlefield. Zirael was tired, but determined to see the damage, that was done yesterday.

And who could stop her?

Obviously, Geralt and Yennefer were there, too. All stayed hidden under his invisibility spell.

He saw the Dearg Ruadhri lying on the pyre, next to many dh'oine: Nilfgaardians and Skelliger alike. On two boats there were bodies of Crach and Craite and Holger Blackhand of the clan Dimun. But, it was not the dead, which surprised him. Not even the respect the dh'oine showed to his kin. It was the living: a man and two women were standing in the middle of the gathering of mourners, both young women were accompanied by Aen Seidhe... and he knew of them. Isengrim Faoiltiarna and Iorveth, but there were more Scoia'tael, who were believed to be long gone among the crowd.

How is it possible?

At first, the boats with the jarls were sailed and a young man with red hair and one of the women, with curly hair, shot the burning arrows, to light their boats. Then, Isengrim and Iorveth, the other woman and no other, but the Emperor himself, lighted the pyre of fallen warriors.

All stood in silence, but after a long while, it was the woman with curly hair, who spoke:

„It was a good day to die!" – the crowd shouted and Skelliger were beating on their shields loudly.

„My friends! Last night brought us terrible losses. Losses, we will mourn for a long time. But we know, that the Skelliger warriors will wait for us in Valhalla! Nilfgaardian soldiers are with the One Sun, bathing in its glory! And Aen Elle went to the isle, where apple-trees bloom the whole year! I do not know, if it was the Ragh nar Roog, but I doubt it. I know, that today, a new sun raised and it raised for all of us, bringing a new hope and a change! We know now, who is our friend and who is an enemy. We will remember. Skelliger, Nilfgaardians and Aen Seidhe stood together and we survived. Since today, there will be peace between our nations and our races. Between the Empire and the Archipelago, it was cemented by a treaty and assurances made by Emhyr var Emreis and Cerys an Craite. But between Skelliger and the Aen Seidhe, it will be cemented in the oldest known way: by marriage. Today is the day when a new world is created. We are not going to stop and we are going to work even harder, cause we are the survivors and we will keep on surviving. Together."

As she said that, she looked at Iorveth, who was observing her intently for a long time. Then, he noticed it: a necklace made by Aen Seidhe jewellers, with spectacular dark green seraphinite, shining in the light of the sun, was hanging on her neck. Crevan realised, what it meant, immediately.

This dh'oine girl is engaged to Iorveth... How could it happen? He will marry the jarl of Faroe... indeed, luned, many things will change...


IORVETH

Birke 1273

the next evening

Undvik

Events of the last day and today's morning left everyone exhausted, to the point, when all decided to stay one more night on the island. The inhabitants of Faroe moved to boats, which were used by Scoia'tael to come back. They didn't really have time to talk before, so now, as they all sat by the bonfire, it was Kerstin, who asked:

„Why did you come back? Carrie told me, why you left and why she let you go, so why?"

„We met Svanrige" – Iorveth answered and motioned to the young man, who was talking with Cerys right now. – „We met him in Novigrad and he made it quite clear to me, that Carrie lied to me, to make me go. That she wanted to protect us, not only from fighting against our kin, but also from regretting leaving her and all of you... I realised... that we made a terrible mistake. That my place was and is at her side."

„So you sailed back... Just in time" – Kerstin stated slowly.

„I'm so sorry, that we..." – he started, but was interrupted:

„Don't be, Iorveth. Holger died a hero, with his friend at his side. It was a good death, he wouldn't want it differently" – she paused, before continuing: – „The jarl is coming back" – Kerstin stated, looking at Margo and he looked in her direction, too.

She seemed exhausted, as all of them, but strong and determined. When she approached him, he was standing up. She looked at her mother and asked:

„Mum, is there anything I can do?"

„Don't worry lassie, I will keep her company" – it was Vilmar, who sat by Kerstin and they both smiled gently.

„Aye. We are going then, I see you in the morning."

As they walked towards their boat, he sneaked his hand around her waist and she leaned in to him with a small smile. As she looked up at his face, she spoke:

„Yesterday... you caught me off guard..."

„If you..." – he started, but she interrupted:

„No. I just... need to adjust" – she paused, before continuing – „I didn't ask yesterday... Where did the necklace come from?"

„Funny thing you asked... We met Isengrim's friend in Novigrad – Sigismunt Dijkstra – who said, that he found something we would be interested in, but he needed a favour. He wanted information about our dear king Radovid, which was almost impossible to provide. But... we did, what he asked and he gave us the necklace... What is the funniest in the whole story, is that this exact necklace belonged to my father's family for long decades: it was made by my grandfather for my grandmother. It was sold when they decided to move to the Blue Mountains... I don't know how it was acquired in Novigrad, but... it looks as if you were destined to have it."

„I... oh... me mienne. I love you, you know?"

„I love you, too, ma mienne. More, than I can say."

They ascended the boat and went straight to the captain's cabin. It was more than a year since the last time they were together. They undressed in a hurry and, surprisingly, went to the berth. They made love with urgency, need and hunger, but more than the mere pleasure, they were chasing closeness and intimacy. Their emotions were whirling in the cabin, spiralling up and down and they didn't care for their moans and other sounds escaping their mouths, as they were lost in each other, finally forgetting about the world.


Moderato

CIARAN

Feainn 1283

early morning

Seidhedol

Faroe

How fascinating building a sandcastle can be? He forgot it a long time ago. But the moment Maelor was born and then Elowen, Estea, Sionann, Armann and others, he started to remember, how it was to live normally, to have time and have fun. The kids were spending most of their time in Seidhedol, so he had a chance to spent a lot of time with them. Today, it was Estea, who came to wake him up at sunrise. This is how they ended up on the beach, building sandcastles.

„Uncle Ciaran?"

„Hmm?"

„Can we make another tower?"

„Obviously, my dear. To the East?"

„Yes. Uncle?"

„Yes?"

„Why don't you have children? I would like to have more cousins..." – the little girl asked looking at him pointedly.

Well... luned. How am I to explain it to you? But you are right... I don't have a family and a life of my own, either. I am living their lives... good lives, but... Not my own.

„Because I don't have a wife" – he decided to reply.

„Hmm... I understand. I will never marry, too."

„Your mother was saying the same for a bigger part of her life until she married your father. Never say never, my dear Est."

„But I don't want to..."

„One day you may need to become the jarl of Faroe, the head of the clan Dimun. It will be your duty to have an heir."

„I don't like the sound of that, uncle" – the girl stated and made a very serious expression.

„I know, little one. But you are a daughter of two most determined people I know. You will be, who you will need to be. I have no doubt about that, Est. As a grown-up sometimes you must do things for the people. For your people."

„But mum always says, that if you don't like how the table is set, you just need to turn it around."

„Still, even she does things, which are expected of her from time to time, whether she likes them or not."

Serious conversations with children were probably the funniest thing, you could experience around them.

Truly wonderful the mind of the child is... They see things plain and straightforward. They understand much more, than we, adults, can imagine...

They resumed building the castle, but he couldn't stop himself from observing her with a warm smile. It was them, who truly changed everything.


IORVETH

Feainn 1283

late morning

Seidhedol

Faroe

Seidhedol was filled with children running and laughing to the harbour. They were just playing pirates, obviously, and Estea was the captain of one boat with Armann as her second in command and Sionann and Heimir as her crew, while Elowen was the captain of the other with Maelor as her second in command and Fionn and Njala as the crew. He approached one of the boats slowly and seeing Maelor, he asked:

„Where are you sailing to?"

„Kerack, dad."

„And why there?"

„It's where you met mum."

„Oh... I see. Interesting choice..."

„Would you take us there?"

„Your mother already promised you, to sail with you to the Continent, as your sister will turn fourteen."

„As pirates?"

„No, Mael, with an official visit. There is peace between Skellige and Nilfgaardian Empire, we cannot ride their territories."

„Boring..."

„I agree. But your mum is much better in politics, as you know."

„Dad?"

„Hmm?"

„Will you spar with me?"

„Sure. Fetch your sword and report to your captain..."

„… before you leave the boat. I know, dad. I know, what I'm doing here... I'm a Skelliger" – the boy stated proudly.

Iorveth looked at him with a grin and nodded, before saying:

„Yes, you are, my son."

the night of Lammas 1274

Seidhedol

Faroe

This year's Lammas feast was exceeding anything, what happened at Faroe since they've arrived here. The Aen Seidhe village, Seidhedol, was almost finished. Small houses, built of grey bricks and with red roofs, stood neatly around the coast and were hidden in the shadows of white cliffs and mountains covered with spruce forest. The fjord, now called Holger's fjord, was a home of the thriving community of men and Seidhe alike, mostly focused on hunting and fishing, but also some of the most beautiful pieces of wooden craftwork were created there.

All of the inhabitants of Faroe and some guest were present, among them Queen Cerys with her husband, obviously. He couldn't stop a smile, as he saw Isengrim talking with Vilmar and Hjalmar, but looking at Cerys, who was conversing with Margo enthusiastically. Iorveth approached Isengrim and before he could speak, Vilmar already started:

You should raise a toast, Iorveth."

What?"

A toast. It's the night of Lammas, you know..."

I'm not an idiot, Vilmar" – he replied with a chuckle – „but why me? Isn't it... jarl's job to give speeches? And we all know, that Margo is the best at it."

She is a jarl, but she is not a man... On some occasions, it may bring bad luck..."

Superstitions? Really? And what she had to say about this?" – he asked.

That Vilmar is right" – was Margo's reply as she joined them suddenly – „but I should speak to you first, me mienne."

Isn't it time for a toast?" – Coinneach joined them, too, with glasses of wine and mugs of beer, grinning before he stated: – „pick your poison."

Everyone took a glass and Iorveth was thinking hard about what he is going to say. Then, he saw, that Margo didn't reach for a glass, so he asked mockingly:

And you, ma mienne? What are you going to toast with?"

She smiled and pondered for a while before replying:

I hoped to speak with you more privately, but... I don't think we have time, now. I'll drink water, me mienne. Tonight and for at least a few years to come" – she grinned at him.

Is the abstinence a new requirement for a jarl?" – he mocked her further.

Oh, Iorveth... it's a requirement for a mother, you fool" – it was Kerstin's voice, which came from behind him.

He held his breath and lost his words for a while, looking at Margo in disbelieve, as she smiled at him even wider. She waited for his reaction, but as it didn't come, she lost her patience and asked in a mocking voice:

Now, do you know, what are you going to say?"

Fuck!" – he whispered before reaching for her and lifting her up with a wide grin.

This is not the reaction I expected, me mienne."

I... I've never expected... Oh, ma mienne. I love you and I am more happy than I can express."

I know" – she replied and kissed him gently – „and now you need to tell them. There are things, which are expected from a father, you know?"

That was certainly a night to remember, as was the morning two years later when he learned, that Margo is pregnant with their second child. Now, their son and daughter were playing with many other children and he could only smile looking at them. But he stopped, noticing four figures approaching the harbour. He wasn't the first to see them, though: Estea left her ship and was now heading in their direction.

„Dad, I have swords" – Maelor stated approaching him.

„Take them with you. We have visitors. Elowen?"

„Yes, uncle?"

„Make sure, that everyone stays on boats, would you? I need to greet our visitors."

„Aye."

As he approached the group with his son, Estea was already standing right in front of them and saying in a voice almost as demanding as her mother's:

„Who are you?"

„My name is Geralt of Rivia and I'm looking for..."

„Gwynbleidd" – Iorveth greeted the man – „accompanied by Filavandrel, Lindon and...?"

„Avallac'h. It's a pleasure to meet you, commander."

„I heard of you and you are hardly my favourite person" – he replied to the Elle and turned to the witcher continuing: – „ I'm always happy to see you, Gwynbleidd" – Iorveth stated looking at the witcher – „but your company is less welcome here."

„Dad... you are not polite" – Estea stated looking pointedly at him, what obviously made him chuckle, before she continued – „do you know these Seidhe?"

„I thought so, a long time ago, my darling. Now... I am wiser."

„Iorveth... we are more than happy to see you. We thought... it's a miracle" – Filavandrel said looking at him and then crouched close to the little girl and asked: – „And what's your name?"

„Estea. Yours?"

„Filavandrel aén Fidháil."

„Are you from Dol Blathanna?"

„Yes. I live there, luned."

„Are you here with an official visit to my mother?" – Maelor asked.

Filavandrel stared at the boy and then, at Iorveth. Both Estea and Maelor had his hair, raven-black, only a little bit more curly. The girl had his eyes, as well – in almost exactly the same shade of green, but their son had his mother's dark grey eyes. It wasn't hard to add one to one for the old Seidhe, so he stated:

„Yes. We came to the jarl, there are things, we must discuss."

„She is waiting for the Queen Cerys now. She will be available for you in a few hours" – his son continued in a very serious voice.

„I see. Would you show us the town, in the meantime?" – Filavandrel inquired.

„Dad?"

„It's a very good idea, Mael. Take our guests for a tour, I'll talk to Gwynbleidd for a while. Est, go to your mum and tell her, that we have more guests than we expected."

They all left and Iorveth watched them, as they receded. Then, he looked at the witcher and asked only:

„What the fuck?"

„The Gate of the Worlds may be opened again, Ciri and Avallac'h are working on it."

„Wow. Margo will be furious."

„But you can go."

„Where?"

„Aen Elle world. You can be safe, Iorveth."

„What?" – he asked in disbelieve.

„The Aen Seidhe may leave this world and be safe."

„Leave our homes? Are you out of your mind?"

„Dol Blathanna is attacked constantly... Humans blame elves for Nilfgaardian occupation..."

„And I care about them, because... Oh! Wait! I don't. We have good lives here."

„I can see" – Gwynbleidd stated with a grin – „you have children. I would never believe it, hadn't I see them..."

„Yeah... I was shocked, too. Believe me."

„To be the father of the heir to the jarl's seat of Faroe?"

„That, too" – Iorveth smiled and stated – „come, I need to have an eye on the rest of the kids. They are playing pirates on the boats... You know... little Skelliger."

„Obviously. Other inh'eid or humans, hmm?"

„And little Seidhe, but come. You'll see. By the way, I haven't a chance to ask you: what happened to your daughter? We feared..."

„She is fine. We... didn't want to put you in the position, in which you would need to lie to the Emperor."

„Oh... I am glad, that she is fine, my friend" – Iorveth stated and both men smiled at each other.

Geralt was looking at him with a surprise for a while, before following him to the harbour and answering questions on their way.


MARGO

Feainn 1283

forenoon

near Seidhedol

Faroe

The pool of the baths in Seidhedol was located in a perfect place, with a view on the Great Sea. Cerys was to arrive soon and the baths were emptied for the Queen and the jarl to discuss their business. Margo, obviously, waited for her friend naked and in the pool, relishing her free time and remembering the day Iorveth told her to go on the journey of her dreams.

Velen 1279

Harviken

Faroe

She was standing at the harbour, looking pensively at the sea. She missed it immensely. The peace with Nilfgaard was still in force and they couldn't ride territories of the Empire, which now, included most of the Northern Realms, as well. To go riding further, she would need to leave her family for too long. So... she didn't go for longer voyages at all. But she yearned for the sea and for the adrenaline, which accompanied them as they sailed...

Margo..." – Iorveth's warm voice called her back to reality.

Hmm?"

You miss it."

I have my family here."

But you still yearn for the sea."

I love our children and you, me mienne. All of you are what I need."

Margo... I know. I'm not saying, that you are a bad mother or wife. But they are at the age when they don't need your constant attention. You can sail, ma mienne."

But where? We cannot ride territories close to us and to go further... it will take months."

And to go even further probably years" – he finished for her – „I know. Remember when you told me, that there must be something beyond Zerrikania and Haarkland, that maybe it is possible, to sail around the Continent?"

I... obviously. But it will take years!"

It will. But you'll come back. Kerstin will take the position of the jarl in the meantime and I will take care of the kids. You should go... it may be now or never, you know it, ma mienne."

I... you really...?"

Yes. Go beyond, ma mienne."

You are... the best! I can go in the spring, we'll take two galleys and I'll need no more than twenty-five men in my crew. We have time to make provisions and Lóegairen with Ragnar just finished a new navigational device. We really may be able to... I... wow!" – she said quickly in an excited voice.

You were planning it for years, weren't you?"

For decades! To be the first to sail around the Continent. I mean...! My father would be so proud..." – she looked at him with a victorious grin, he hasn't seen for a long time on her face.

Then, it is decided."

But... I will leave you and..."

No. Stop. We are not your golden cage, ma mienne. I would hate it, if you felt that way. You were there for us in the Pontar Valley, chasing our dreams. Now, go and chase your own dream for a change. I will stay and take care of the rest."

They were away from home for two years and came back just six months ago. What they have seen and what spoils they brought back! But most importantly: she was the first captain to do it. As she was pondering, suddenly, she heard footsteps and stated:

„Cerys! Undress and come here. The water is great."

There was no reply, but she heard sounds of pieces of clothing falling to the ground. So she waited, not turning around. Then, she heard two splashes of water and to her uttermost surprise, she saw two blond-haired women resurfacing above the waters of the pool.

„Cirilla! We thought..."

„That I died. Well... I am not the only dead man walking here, am I?"

„My officers... how?" – the other woman asked.

Now Margo had time to look at her properly and understood instantly, who she was: the most beautiful woman in the world. And she was a vision to behold. Long golden-blond and waved hair, incredibly pretty face and piercing baby-blue eyes were just the surface, it was her glorious skin and body, which truly granted her the title. As Margo found her voice, she greeted her:

„Enid an Gleanna. What brings the Queen of Dol Blathanna to my poor Faroe?"

„My officers."

„Well... they are hardly yours any longer..."

„How?"

„It's a long story. I had... personal reasons. But either way, they are safe and sound, now: as citizens of Skellige Isles."

„What?!" – Enid asked in shock.

„You have your customs and laws and we have ours. Becoming Skelliger was the only way for them to have a fresh start. Now, they are all part of the clan Dimun, only Isengrim chose the clan an Craite... for personal reasons..."

„Mum!" – Margo turned around, hearing her daughter's voice.

„Yes, sweetheart?"

„We have visitors. But I see, that they are already here, as well..."

„Yes. Do you want to join us?"

„Yep!"

The girl undressed quickly and jumped to the pool, to swim closer to her mother, who introduced her to the guests:

„Estea, may I introduce: Cirilla and Enid."

„Pleasure to make your acquittance."

„Likewise, Estea" – Ciri stated with a grin, but Enid didn't speak at all, looking in shock at the little girl.

„Mum..."

„Yes?"

„Dad wasn't polite, as he greeted the rest of the visitors."

„Hmm... I'm not surprised, darling."

„Why?"

„Your parents saw many fires of Savoine... The older you get the more complicated the world turns out to be. And your father doesn't like complicated..."

„But he always says, that you were complicated. And he likes you" – Estea stated and Margo chucked, before replying:

„It's a different kind of complicated, my dear. But sometimes... sometimes your dad doesn't like me too much, either... especially, when it gets complicated. But enough about us..." – she wanted to continue, but was interrupted by Enid, who understood at last, what she was seeing:

„Your eyes, luned..." – she paused before inquiring – „is Iorveth your father?"

„Obviously..." – the girl answered with a stern face – „why?"

„I... am just surprised."

„Why?"

„I haven't seen your father in a long time... I didn't expect him to have children..."

„Why?"

„Not many of us, Aen Seidhe, are blessed with children, luned."

„Oh... well, my parents are..."

„I see" – Enid replied pensively, but looking dangerously at Margo.

„Why are you here, Enid? And Ciri... your father is still looking for you. Coming here... you put us in a difficult position" – Margo stated.

„I know. But this is more important" – Ciri replied.

„What is?"

„The Gate of the Worlds may be opened again. We can leave this world" – Enid stated strongly.

„We? You mean: Aen Seidhe?"

„Yes."

„Mum... is dad...?" – Estea asked with the horror in her face.

„Sweetie... your dad would never leave us, my dear" – Margo said, hugging her daughter – "and the moment he learns about this conversation, he will be furious" – she added looking at Enid. – „I believe it's time to leave the baths and meet with the rest, before Iorveth will murder someone..."

She finished talking and took her, still shaking, daughter out of the pool. Then, they all dressed up in silence and headed to Seidhedol.


CERYS

Feainn 1283

noon

Seidhedol

Faroe

They were slowly sailing towards Faroe. It was one of the rare opportunities for her and Isengrim to be alone. She set the direction and left the drakkar to sail to the island, while she turned and approached Isengrim with a wicked smile. She didn't even have time to do anything as he lifted her in bridal-style and dropped to the floor of the deck. As they were undressed and she felt his touch on her tights and on her hips she moaned already.

How is it possible, that I want you more and more every year, me mienne?

From this first touch, she knew, that he wanted to take it slow, but it was very far from her desires, so she sat up to him and push him on his back, to straddle him immediately. He chuckled in surprise, but the sound changed into a moan as she took him into her hand. His hand moved to her at once and she leaned in to kiss him. Soon, she covered his length and started to move up and down. He sat to her and they both smiled. As they came, she rested her head on his shoulder and remembered their first lonely voyage on the boat.

Lammas 1273

Kaer Trolde

Ard Skellig

After the battle in the fjord on Undvik, she came home with Isengrim. Obviously, he stayed in Kaer Trolde for good, becoming part of their community and part of the clan an Craite. His presence was as natural, as if he has always been there. Quickly, she became terrified, how much she grew accustomed to him and how easily she grew close to him.

Today, he asked her to take a day off from her duties, so they can sail together for a short trip around the island. She agreed eagerly and now, they were on the sea, drifting on the drakkar, which was left alone with a set direction, while they were quite occupied otherwise.

They were lying now, spent and satisfied, on the deck, looking at each other. He smiled an uncertain smile before asking:

Will you marry me, Cerys?"

No" – she replied automatically.

What?" – he asked, staring at her and chuckling in utter surprise.

I barely know you, Isengrim and I heard this question too many times, asked too lightly. So the answer is: no."

So... it's a hard "no" or "not now"?"

Probably closer to not now."

Probably? You are very encouraging today, ma mienne" – he stated, shaking his head.

Do you need encouragement? If so, it is changing to hard "no" extremely fast" – she replied, pursing her lips.

Ma mienne... leave it for now, then."

Can I see the necklace?" – she inquired with curiosity.

No" – he replied with a small smile.

Why?"

Because you won't sleep until you see it. This is a form of persuasion" – he stated in a serious voice, but was grinning widely at her.

I hate it."

I know."

Maybe you can find another way to persuade me?" – she asked teasingly.

I am not sure..." – he teased her, as well.

Are you serious?" – she asked in a different voice.

About what?" – he asked, nearing her and putting his fingers on her most sensitive spot, moving them slowly.

I... oh! The question. Oh! Were you serious?" – she asked panting and moaning between her words.

Yes."

Why?"

Why?" – he stopped his hand and looked deep in her eyes, before he replied: – „Because I know."

You know?" – she asked raising her eyebrows.

Yes."

Just like that?"

Yes" – he replied again and smiled gently: – „I'd rather spend one lifetime with you, than the rest of my life regretting. And we don't have much time..."

Ask me again, then" – she whispered.

When?"

Soon... but not today."

They married the same year, obviously. On the same day as Carnelian and Iorveth. The feast lasted for three days and three nights, but in some ways – it never stopped.

She smiled at her memories and looked at the harbour. As they approached, they noticed the ship, they didn't recognise. Visitors were arguably rare view on the Isles, though not impossible. They descended to the quay and started to walk towards the centre of the town. Coming closer to the small square, she felt Isengrim's hand tensing and squeezing her fingers almost painfully. She looked at his face, but it was emotionless. So she looked at the square again and noticed a few unknown figures and judging by their posture, they were Aen Seidhe. But, towards them, walked two smaller figures, both with dark brown, straight hair.

„Mum, dad! We missed you, but now there are more important matters. We have guests" – Elowen stated in a very serious voice.

„And uncle Iorveth is not happy..." – Sionann added shaking her head.

„I don't blame him" – Isengrim replied and reached for their younger daughter, lifting her up.

„Isengrim... is this...?" – Cerys started.

„Enid an Gleanna and Filavandrel... yes."

„Oh..."

„Yeah."

They approached the crowd together, slowly and with reservation. Cerys greeted the beautiful Seidhe:

„Queen Enid, welcome to Skellige."

„Queen Cerys, thank you."

„Enid, Filavandrel, Lindon" – Isengrim stated in a dark voice. – „May I introduce: Elowen and Sionann, our daughters..."

The atmosphere tensed, as their guests had very surprised expressions.

It will be a very long day...

„What are you doing here?" – Isengrim demanded in a voice as far from polite as possible.

„The Gate of the Worlds can be opened, again. We can leave to the Aen Elle world, soon" – Enid replied.

„What?!" – Isengrim exclaimed in a furious voice. But he calmed down immediately and added: – „We wish you luck on your journey. But we are not going anywhere."

„Isn't a save world exactly what we fought for? Is the survival of our race unimportant for you?" – Filavandrel asked in an angry voice.

„How dare you?!" – Isengrim barked at the older Seidhe.

Cerys knew, that this discussion is getting out of control and will probably get worse. It would be better if their children didn't hear it, so she stated:

„Isengrim, take the Seidhe and go. There are things you should discuss in peace."

As she watched them moving away with the guests she looked at Carrie and saw the same fear, which crept to her heart, as well.

What if they give in? What if they leave us?


ENID

Feainn 1283

early afternoon

Seidhedol

Faroe

They went into the spruce forest, all completely silent on their way. But as they were far from the town, she turned around to face her people, especially Isengrim, Iorveth and other Scoia'tael commanders. Then, she spoke:

„Now, we can talk openly."

„We could talk openly in Seidhedol, as well" – Coinneach stated.

„Could we? You did a marvellous job hiding here and waiting. You saved most of our men and I am grateful. But... you had your fun. Now, it's high time to leave and build your lives anew. I understand, that it may have been pleasurable, but your lives here are only a temporary solution. We need to rebuild our society and our race, but it cannot be done here, it must happen in the Aen Elle world. I understand, that you needed to say, what you did around dh'oine. Now, I want to hear from Crevan how soon we may go, so we can prepare."

When she finished, a dead silence fell. Absolute silence, but all of her men, who lived on Faroe now, looked dangerously at her. As Isengrim started to speak, his voice was shaking with rage:

„How dare you, Enid?! Temporary solution? Fun? I have a wife and children here. You think, that I am going to leave them? Are you retarded?"

„No, Is" – Iorveth stated – „for her, it's simply irrelevant. As our lives were when she agreed to the Peace of Cintra. She thinks, that she can snap her fingers, use the pro publico bono argument and we will follow her orders, because we have nothing to lose" – he paused huffing – „I am not speaking for all, Enid. But my life, the only life I'm willing to live, is here: with the woman I love and our children. I plan to die here, at home, Enid."

„What?" – she asked. – „Children? Are you talking about those inh'eid? You are still young, Iorveth. You can have pure-blooded Seidhe children and move on. And wife, seriously? This dh'oine of yours with a life-span of a fly? You cannot mean it."

„One more word, Enid and you will pay for it" – Isengrim stated in a dark and dangerous voice. – „There is nothing more, I want to hear from you and I don't want to see your face ever again."

„Conclude your business here and leave our home, as soon as possible" – Lóegairen stated in a dark voice and turned around, to go back to the town.

Many followed him, leaving Enid and Filavandrel dumbfounded and speechless. As she gathered herself she asked:

„Are they serious?"

„Yes" – Ciaran answered. – „You are a fool to come here like that. Toru? Yeavinn? What about you?"

„No, Ciaran" – Toruviel stated. – „Lóegairen is right. Our home is here" – she and Yeavinn quickly followed the rest, back to the town.

Thankfully, the delegation from Dol Blathanna left the next morning. Their presence on Faroe was quickly forgotten and everything went back to normal.


Adagio

HJALMAR

Birke 1291

evening

Kaer Trolde

Ard Skellig

Cerys, Inga and Margo took the kids and sailed to the Continent. They were planning an official visit and a tour around the Northern Realms and Nilfgaard for the whole year and they were not expected to come before the winter. His wife, Inga, was thinking for a long time, whether she should go, but the truth was, that she had never left the Islands. It was high time for her to see more of the world. The jarls decided, to allow Isengrim to take Cerys position as the interim king and the clan Dimun chose Iorveth to act as the interim jarl. It was more than interesting to have the two Aen Seidhe in the position of authority.

Obviously, the moment the ships sailed to the Realms, the three men decided to host a feast. Small feast, but still a party. It was two weeks ago, but Iorveth stayed in Kaer Trolde for longer. Now, they were sitting in the main hall of the stronghold with food and mead, again. The dusk was already upon them, as Sven came through the door saying:

„One of the drakkars came back."

„Did something happen?" – Isengrim asked in a concerned voice.

„They say, that some other ship sunk and Margo decided to help. They found three people, who were trying to sail to Ofrir. But as they were offered refuge on the Islands, they took it."

„Refugees?" – Iorveth inquired.

„Three Aen Seidhe."

„Why aren't they in Dol Blathanna?" – Iorveth continued.

„Maybe you should ask them yourselves?"

„Bring them here" – Hjalmar ordered.

Sven walked back and came through the door a moment later, with three female Seidhe. Hjalmar stopped thinking or breathing the moment he laid his eyes on them. Each of them was extremely beautiful. One had dark-chestnut, long hair, the other auburn and falling in graceful waves hair and the third was blond. He stared at them, gaping and felt immediately, that he should stop or he wouldn't be able to stand up. So, with an enormous effort, he looked down at his mug. Thankfully, Isengrim gathered himself much quicker and stated:

„Welcome to Skellige. We heard, that you had troubles on the sea. Who are you?"

„My name is Eilis" – the Seidhe with chestnut hair stated – „this is Granya" – she motioned to the auburn-haired female – „and Nainsi" – she said motioning to the third one. – „Indeed, our ship was destroyed and we would die if it wasn't for jarl Margo. She saved our lives and queen Cerys offered us shelter. We are extremely grateful for that."

„Where did you plan to go?" – Iorveth asked.

„Ofrir" – Granya replied. – „We wanted to leave the Realms."

„Why aren't you in Dol Blathanna?" – he continued the interrogation.

„We..." – Granya started to answer, but paused and looked at her companions, before continuing: – „We were exiled."

„What?" – Isengrim asked.

„We... insulted the Queen" – Eilis stated.

„How?"

„I... may have got too close to someone..." – Nainsi said slowly.

„Did you fuck her man? Is that what you are saying?" – Iorveth asked chuckling.

„And as she wanted to punish her, we stood up. The Queen took it as an insult and sent us away for five years..." – Granya replied.

„I like all of you more and more every minute" – Iorveth stated still chuckling.

„And you are more than welcome to stay. We are not friends of Enid, either" – Isengrim added with a grin.

„Welcome to Kaer Trolde, then. Come and join us" – Hjalmar gathered himself and invited them jovially.

„Thank you, jarl" – Nainsi replied with a sweet smile.

„Hjalmar, we don't use titles here, on Skellige."

„Pleasure to make your acquittance, Hjalmar."

„The pleasure is all mine, Nainsi."

They spent almost the whole night in the main hall talking merrily and laughing. The Seidhe were a great company, eager to listen to their tales about Skellige and the war. As it turned out in the course of the evening, however they were elves, they were quite young, even younger than his younger sister.


IORVETH

Birke 1291

the next morning

Kaer Trolde

Ard Skellig

The stronghold of Kaer Trolde had many advantages, but the biggest was its baths. He could spend hours there and rarely had the time to do it. Now, he had. But as he was sitting alone, leisurely spread in the water, he heard the crack of the door. He turned his head, to see Granya walking in. When she noticed him, she smiled an unsure smile and said:

„Ceád'mil. I can come back later..."

„The baths here are public, luned and as a Seidhe I doubt, that you are so shy."

„I don't want to disturb you."

„Don't be silly."

She smiled again and started to undress. Then, he realised his mistake.

Well... beautiful little thing, I must admit. This perfect skin, alluring shapes and... she is so young.

He was observing her as she got to the bath, at the opposite side to him. She was looking at him curiously, too. But quickly averted her gaze to look through the window. He took a few deep breaths and looked away, as well.

Margo is gone for two weeks and I am... a terrible person. We stayed true to each other for eighteen years... Why I am even thinking about it now? Granya... She is young, probably Margo's age, when we first met... twenty-eight years ago. I'm a horrible person.

It was Granya, who brought him back from his thoughts:

„You are acting as a jarl of Faroe now, yes?"

„Yes, I am."

„I thought, that only a Skelliger can become a jarl."

„First of all, I am a Skelliger. Secondly, I am only acting as a jarl in my wife's absence."

„Wife? I mean... are you truly married?"

„Obviously."

„I mean, in accordance with our traditions?"

The moment she said it, he held his breath. They didn't even think about it, but... she was right. His marriage, Isengrim's marriage, in the eyes of his people didn't mean a thing. What's more... his children were not legally his. Everything they built here was just for show in a way. It wasn't real for any other Aen Seidhe.

„I'm sorry. It's not my business. I shouldn't pry..." – Granya stated in a sad voice.

„It's not your fault" – he replied.

„Tell me about Faroe and Seidhedol..."

„Well" – he chuckled – „Faroe is smaller than Ard Skellig. It is covered by the spruce forests, too. The Scoia'tael started to build Seidhedol in 1269 as they first arrived in Skellige. Now, it's the biggest town on the island."

„You didn't arrive with them?" – she asked surprised.

„No... I was injured and hidden for a long time. They left Northern Realms before I was healed and started to build my commando anew."

„So, when did you come to Skellige?"

„In 1272."

„Oh..." – she paused and continued: – „Can I come with you, to Faroe? To see Seidhedol" – she asked smiling widely.

„Sure."

„Do you sail?"

„It's hard to travel in the archipelago by any other mean of transportation. I may not be a pirate and I'm far from my wife's skills and experience, but I can sail a bit" – he stated smiling.

„Carnelian is a legend and I heard, that she sailed, as the first and only known captain, around the Continent. Is that true?"

„Yes" – he replied proudly. – „Ten years ago."

„Did you sail with her?"

„No. I stayed with children and Kerstin, my mother-in-law."

„And now, she is far away again... It must be hard for her and for you."

„We have time and we are hardly love-sick puppies any longer. Frankly, we never were."

„Do you like it?"

„What?"

„Time-off each other, time to be on your own?" – she asked this question casually, with a small smile and a genuine interest.

„For a while" – he chuckled – „but then, soon, it's terribly boring with no one to argue with. And I've missed Maelor and Estea the moment they got on the ship... But this is probably for the best, they will have their own lives very soon and overprotective father is never helpful..." – he paused smiling, before he continued: – „Tell me about your parents."

„My father was fighting during the war and died. I was five. I... remember watching the stars with him and hunting. But, it was a long time ago... My mother is the kindest person I know, but after my father's death... she became sad and distanced. Not for me, but we lived in a remote cottage and as we first came to Dol Blathanna, she didn't speak to anyone, but me. She told me once, that if it wasn't for me, she wouldn't want to live... But look at me: you are a living legend of the fight for freedom of our people. My stories are trifles in comparison..."

They spend hours in baths conversing about diverse subjects. Granya was a great listener and had a few interesting stories of her own. She was kind and gentle, obviously impressed by his tales and the mere fact, that she knew of him long before they've met. She never mocked him and she never even had a different opinion. She was everything, that Margo wasn't.


RONJA

the night of Belleteyn 1291

Harviken

Faroe

The interim jarl came back form Kaer Trolde with two Seidhe females. Nainsi was a good company, but she disliked Granya the second she saw her. Even Sven's assurances, that Margo invited them to Faroe herself, was not enough for her. But she didn't speak against it. They were invited to stay in the guest rooms of the jarl's house until they figure out what they want to do next. But Ronja knew, that Granya was exactly, where she wanted to be. It wasn't anything particular she did or said, but... Ronja had this feeling.

This year the night of Belleteyn was celebrated in Harviken. There were food, alcohol and bonfires. The weather was unexpectedly good that night. She was observing her sons, almost grown-up men right now, both already warriors of the clan Dimun, while they were flirting shamelessly with two girls. They got so much from their father...

„Viggo!" – she called her husband.

„My dear? Everything is fine?" – he replied quickly.

„Yeah... I'm just thinking..."

„About what?"

„What will happen after Margo is gone..."

„She still has some years to spend with us, Ronja. Don't worry and we may go first, you know?"

„But... Maelor and Estea... They both could be excellent jarls. Still, they are inh'eid. They..."

„The Skelliger don't care. You know it. We all accepted the Aen Seidhe as part of our community. All agreed to her marriage and their kids are already treated as heirs to the jarl's seat. It will be fine, my dear."

As they were talking, suddenly, Iorveth approached them smiling:

„Ronja and Viggo!"

„Iorveth" – Viggo greeted him – „the feast is amazing."

„Thank you, many were working hard to prepare it, as always. How was your voyage? I heard, that you got as far as to Ofrir."

„Yes, we did. We brought spoils, but we want to wait for Margo."

„Obviously" – he replied smiling – „your sons are the best young pirates we have."

„I understand Holger more and more. Pirating with children is even better, than without them. We were both so proud" – Viggo stated and they all laughed.

„Iorveth!" – it was Granya, who called him and he turned around, as she asked with a wide grin – „would you dance?"

„Excuse me, my friends" – the Seidhe said and bowed his head slightly, leaving them and approaching the young girl with an extended hand.

„Sure" – Viggo replied and a smile crept on his face.

„I don't like her" – Ronja stated in a dark voice.

„Obviously. But she is just a girl, my dear. Nothing more."

„What do you mean?"

„Margo is gone for a while... I..."

„What? Understand? Viggo! If this girl would get pregnant with his child! He is not a free man!"

„You think, that Margo hasn't anticipated it? We both know very well, what he was doing privately, the last time she left for so long..."

„But it was different! No child would come of that! And she accepted it, long ago. We all did, as... exotic it may be for us. But, this young Seidhe may be a problem. I doubt, if she would accept this. And..."

„What?"

„We both know, that he would never leave her for Ciaran... but this girl..."

„You think, that he would leave his family for this young girl? No... he chose to grow old with Margo and I don't believe, he would change his mind."

„Exactly! She is growing old, gave birth to two children. She doesn't look like twenty-five any more... He does."

„Ronja, give him some more credit. You remember as well as I do, what she did and said to him, more than once. He still decided to marry her, the moment he came back. They were made for each other."

„Maybe they were. The question is, if they still are..."

Viggo looked at her in disbelieve, but said nothing and they changed the subject of the conversation quickly. Too afraid, to continue it.


IORVETH

the night of Belleteyn 1291

Harviken

Faroe

He was exhausted. This night he spent overseeing the preparations, taking part in the feast and keeping the distance from Granya. It almost worked, until she asked him to dance with her. She was so young, so happy and so full of life. The Belleteyn fires were glittering in her eyes every time she moved, every moment she smiled. They grew close during the last weeks, friendly close. Nothing more. But he couldn't stop himself from noticing her... more, than he should.

Finally, he could get to his bed, but sleep simply refused to come. He was staring at the ceiling, as he heard the crack of the door. He was afraid to look, but curiosity won quickly. Granya stood already by his bed, naked and with a playful smile. They looked at each other for a while. She took it for an invitation and straddled him, tilting her head. He wanted her, that was obvious for both of them and his desire took over him too quickly. His hands moved on their own accord to her tights, her hips, then her waist. The warmth of her body, radiating from silk-like skin, almost caused him to shiver. She was observing his face, probably displaying the internal struggle between his desire and his obligations. But, as it turned out quickly, she didn't care too much. She moved down, uncovered him and took him into her mouth, causing him to moan instantly. Soon, he stopped thinking at all and allowed his instincts to take over completely.

Iorveth touched her cheek, motioning her up. She followed immediately with a smile on her lips. He sat, facing her and said:

„Turn around" – her smile turned into a very wicked one, but she obliged.

As he knelt behind her and saw her exquisite bottom tilted so welcomingly to him, he moved his hand to her clitoris quickly, but she was more than ready for him, already. After just a few movements of his fingers, he entered her swiftly and smiled at the sound of her soft moan. His right hand went to her back, between her shoulder-blades, pushing her down slightly and changing the angle of his penetration. His other hand stayed on her clitoris, drawing small circles. They made love slowly and without urgency. She came first with another gentle moan, his hands moved then to her hips and he accelerated his movements to come a few minutes later. He slid out of her quickly and collapsed on the bed, taking a few deep breaths. Then, he turned to his side to look at her. Her baby-blue eyes were still hazed and she laid on her stomach, fully relaxed. His hand rested on her back, tracing gently her skin. She looked in his eye and said:

„I like you, Iorveth. More, than I should."

„And I want you, much more, than I should."

„I... no one will know."

„Stop. I know, luned. But leave it, right now... I don't want to care."

He turned her around and moved to lay on the top of her. She looked pensively at him, but smiled, encircling her legs around his waist and her hands around his neck. He smiled at her mischievously and leaned in to whisper in her ear:

„You will need those hands, luned."

She chuckled, but the sound changed quickly to a moan as his hand sneaked in between them to her most sensitive spot. He didn't need to wait for too long for her to be wet and asked:

„How flexible are you?"

„Very, very flexible" – she replied with a grin.

„Let's see, then..."

He moved her right leg from his back to his shoulder, grabbed her bottom and entered her easily, tilting her a little bit to change the angle. He grabbed her hip and smiled again, before starting to move. She tried to move to him, but quickly understood, that in this position, there is not much she could do. As she looked confused at him he only said:

„Touch yourself. My hand is quite occupied with your arse, right now."

She did as he told her. Confused at first, but quickly enjoying the experience immensely. Obviously, she came much faster, than previously. Her moan this time was different: less controlled and studied, more natural. He followed her after some time, looking in her eyes and to his and her surprise, she came again, simultaneously with him.

As he collapsed back on the bed, she moved to a half-lying position and asked, looking down at him:

„Why did you tell me to do it?"

„You've never done this before, have you? And you would probably never do it on your own, even if you wanted to. But it works wonders."

„I... but this was..."

„What?"

„Exiting. Surprising."

„Hmm..." – he smiled at her gently.

But there must have been something in his eye, because she stated:

„I will go to sleep. Night, Iorveth."

„Night, luned."

When she left him alone in his room, he exhaled with difficulty, still lying on his back, looking at the ceilings and clenching his fists around the material of his sheet.

Oh, Margo... I will burn this bed before you'll come back and I promise we will stay away from our bedroom.

This girl... she reminds me so much of me before you. En'ca minne... I miss my youth even more than I miss yours. When did we get so old? When did we cease to be surprised and excited? Me – decades ago, you – I doubt, that you were ever like that: young, naïve, sweet. No... probably never.


CIARAN

the night of Midaëte 1291

Seidhedol

Faroe

Nainsi was living permanently with Lóegairen by now. It was quite incredible how quickly those two fitted. The blond-haired beauty was a quiet, but determined person, also kind and intelligent. And it was nice to be in her company. Still, she had a secret, he could tell. But, he didn't know what it was, so he has never spoken with Lóegairen about it. The two spent most of their time on the sea, either way. And when they were in town, they were always together, inseparable.

Granya was another story. They've met the next day after the Belleteyn night.

On the early morning, she was sitting by the spruce and playing the lute, as he approached her with a smile:

You must be Nainsi's friend. Granya?"

Yes" – she replied with a warm smile – „a pleasure to meet you, Ciaran. Am I right?"

How could you know?"

Iorveth spoke a lot about you on our way from Ard Skellig."

Hmm... good things, I hope."

Well... that you were his second in command and that you are a great swordsman."

Obviously, the only thing, he can talk about, is fighting. No wonder, that they argue with Margo so much. In the absence of the real war, they need to create some, even the smallest. It keeps them alive... they were truly made for each other."

But you are close to him, too. Aren't you?"

From time to time" – he replied with a small smile. – „Much less since he found out, that she is alive."

Does it bother her?"

That he is bisexual?"

That he is cheating on her."

Neither sees it as cheating. She is bisexual, too. And hardly a saint..."

And other men? Is she...?"

Not since she learned, that he is alive."

Wow. But before?"

Maybe..." – he paused, looking at her pointedly. – „No one will speak to you about it here."

Why?"

It's complicated."

And he, is he... faithful?"

From the time they found each other again, twenty years ago. I truly understand your curiosity. If you knew them better, you would understand how fascinating they are..."

She lowered her eyes and looked at the ground pensively. He sat next to her, watching her with curiosity. He rarely considered women desirable, but this Seidhe... she was so graceful, so delicate, so talented and so extremely beautiful... To his own surprise, he started to think about her differently, since this very moment.

They spent more and more time together. He realised, that under this soft shell, there is a determined mind and a strong heart. She had a secret, too, something in her screamed it to him, every time he looked in her blue eyes. They were growing closer gradually, with no rush and no need, almost casually. She never touched him and to tell the truth, the mere thought sometimes terrified him, but... he wanted it.

Yesterday, Nainsi finished her first solo sailing and they decided to celebrate. The wine was poured generously and all got drunk quickly. The party was just moving from the harbour to the town, as Granya looked at him intently, but lowered her gaze quickly. He came to her and stated:

„Come for a walk. We need some air, don't you think?" – he offered. She looked at him and nodded with a small smile.

They walked far and got to the foot of a cliff. As they climbed it, he offered her his hand and helped her up. Suddenly, she stood so close to him, that he almost stopped breathing. He held her hand close to his chest and could smell her sweet scent. Somehow, he couldn't stop himself and absent-mindedly cupped her face with his free hand. She looked up at him in surprise, but leaned in to his touch with a sigh. So he leaned in to her and caught her lips with his. They kissed gently, softly. It was probably the most delicate kiss in his life. It didn't lack passion, but it reminded him more of a promise of spring than a hot summer day. She didn't burn him and she didn't devour him, but she was there and she was for him.

After a time, they separated and she looked at him gratefully. It was strange, as if she needed this kiss, much more, than he wanted it and he wanted it a lot. But, a moment later, her gentle smile was back on her lips and she moved to look at the sea:

„It always terrifies me: the sea. The power, that can devour me and doesn't care about anything at all."

„You are just not used to it. The Skelliger are one with the sea and it gives them strength."

„In my case... I feel like it was taking it. Like a vampire..."

„I felt like that once, many years ago. Loving a man, who not only was taking from me, but also didn't love me back... You know... I was actually happy to meet Margo."

„Didn't she take Iorveth from you?"

„Yes. This is why I was... relieved. When she came, I knew, that it would end. That I will be free again. What's even funnier, we became very close, very soon and I understood: she was just the same as he. They thrived on the arguments, fighting and taking from each other. She wanted from him things, that terrified me in him. After she came, our relationship became... healthier."

„I wish I met you in Dol Blathanna..."

„Why?"

„There is no sea..." – she stated sadly and looked at him, before she continued: – „Come, we should head back."

They were silent on their way back to the town. As they came there, he saw Iorveth, leaning on one of the houses, with a glass of wine, conversing with Ragnar. He looked in their direction and stared at Granya and him for a long time, before looking back at his interlocutor. Granya held her breath and made a fake smile, quickening her pace. Ciaran acted on instinct, grabbing her arm:

„Are you sleeping with him?"

She didn't answer, just took her hand from him and approached the older Seidhe, joining him in the conversation with Ragnar. Iorveth went for a glass of wine for her and they stood closely together, at the edge of the gathering. Then, Ciaran understood, that the answer was: yes.

Today, at midday, Isengrim arrived with Eilis, a chestnut-haired beauty. She greeted her friends and Isengrim approached Iorveth with a fake smile on his lips. Quickly, it was replaced by a genuine one, but for Ciaran it was obvious, that something was wrong.

After dinner, they all stayed in the main square of Seidhedol. Ciaran was avoiding Iorveth and Granya, so he stayed close to Lóegairen,Yeavinn and Toruviel, but regretted it, soon. They seated themselves close to Isengrim and Eilis, who were... close. One look at her face was enough for Ciaran to know, that the last month has changed everything for everyone. So, as Toruviel started to play the lute, he took his flute and asked her:

"Maybe Stella Splenders?"

"You're thinking, what I'm thinking, aren't you?" – she replied slowly, looking at him and at Iorveth and Isengrim pensively.

"I know it for a fact."

"Fuck. They will kill them both" – she paused and looked back at her best friend sighing: – "All right."

As they started to play, he observed Iorveth intently. He didn't recognise the tune right away. But as he did... he looked at Granya and lowered his gaze, before meeting Ciaran's eyes. He had never seen his commander ashamed, until today.


ISENGRIM

the night of Midaëte 1291

Seidhedol

Faroe

He observed the silent scene between Iorveth and Ciaran with curiosity. There was only one explanation why his best friend would react this way to this tune: he did, what Isengrim had done, too. Three young Seidhe, which came two months ago to Kaer Trolde seemed to find their place quickly... in their beds. As Toruviel and Ciaran finished, he approached Iorveth and they decided to take a walk. Both were silent for a long time, but Isengrim stated at last:

"I did it, too."

"I thought so, as I saw your face when you descended from the boat. Was it worth it?"

"No. Ciaran knows..."

"To my utter surprise, I think, that he is falling for Granya... We were very careful, but he knows me too well, not to notice."

"What now?"

"I need to burn my bed."

"You think, that this is going to help?"

"No. But I will feel better and I will stop. You?"

"I've already had a conversation with Eilis. We no longer..."

"I've never felt so ashamed... What this woman has done to me?"

"Granya?"

"No. Margo..."

"Oh..." – Isengrim chuckled – "you love her".

"Somehow I doubt, that it changes anything... She won't forgive me for that."

"You plan to...?"

"Obviously. You don't?"

"I do, though... I may not survive long after that. Cerys is... principled."

"Burn the bed. It will help."

They both laughed, but burned the bed, either way, late in the night. After that, they stayed in the harbour, drinking wine after wine until the sunrise. They barely spoke, but... it was always easier together.

The next day before the noon, he was sitting with Iorveth again, in Margo's cottage, usually used by children now. Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door. It was Coinneach with eyebrows raised very high, asking from the doorstep:

"Why are you hiding here?"

"Ceád'mil to you, too... We are not. We're staying in peace and quiet" – Iorveth stated.

"Your girls were looking for both of you" – Neach stated in a mocking voice. – "You thought, that I wouldn't notice? Idiots... As we are talking about it... what were you thinking about? I leave for a year to stay on An Skellig and as I come back, I learn things like that."

"Let it go, Neach. We know. We learned, all right?" – Isengrim replied coldly.

"You learned nothing the last time, Is..." – all three looked at one another. – "And you, Iorveth... you didn't learn as well. You both used two young girls for what? Your pleasure? Your wives left two months ago for gods' sake! I remember as Margo left for two years and you didn't do things like that. Now, she is to come back in winter."

"I know. I... am getting old, Neach."

"Ah... the midlife crisis. Try telling Margo that. I'll love to watch her reaction."

"Like: rather end-of-your-life crisis... yeah. I cannot wait for her reaction, as well" – Iorveth stated with resignation.

"Come to the beach, we'll think what to do. It's always easier near the sea..." – Neach stated and left.

They followed him slowly and sat on the beach. No one spoke, all deep in their thoughts, observing seagulls. Then, they heard footsteps and turned around. It was Ciaran and Lóegairen, accompanied by Eilis, Granya and Nainsi. All with serious faces and to his surprise, Lóegairen had even furious expression.

"There is something you need to hear" – Lóegairen stated with anger. – "But, don't react too harshly."

"What?" – Iorveth asked in a dangerous voice.

"Enid an Gleanna is coming to Faroe, today. She wanted to force you to come with us" – Nainsi stated – "to Tir ná Liá."

"How did she plan to do it?" – Isengrim asked in disbelieve.

"Sleeping potion. The one I got from Mousesack for my supposed insomnia" – Nainsi replied.

"Given in wine, in our bedrooms, by our lovely friends: Eilis, Granya and yourself" – Lóegairen said to her and his voice shook with anger.

"Yes. We were sent here to do, what we did" – she continued in a tense voice.

"So you played us and were to finish your job last night. Why didn't' you?" – Iorveth asked Granya, absolutely furious.

"Stella Splenders" – she replied.

"You have no right to even mention her" – he barked.

"I may have seduced you, but you were hardly fighting me, Iorveth. You did, what you did, despite your love for your wife. So don't attack me. You are angry at yourself. I must remind you, that as Aen Seidhe – it is in our nature!"

"Our nature..." – Iorveth started, furious.

"Iorveth, enough" – Isengrim interrupted, putting his hand on the younger Seidhe shoulder – "there is a more important question now: why?"

"The Gate will be opened, we can leave and Enid wants to take everyone. If you were to go, everyone would follow" – Eilis replied.

"But if not?"

"Many would think twice."

"Ciaran" – Iorveth stated, looking at the younger Seidhe – "I... thank you. I owe you everything..."

"I know."

"Coinneach, go for Mousesack and tell him to get Margo, Cerys and the kids through a portal. Now" – Iorveth continued.

"Aye."

"Iorveth..." – Ciaran said looking at him with sad eyes.

"I will miss you immensely" – the older Seidhe stated with a sad smile and sorrow in his eye.


MARGO

Feainn 1291

Seidhedol

Faroe

Her heart was heavy for some time by now... The fear was becoming overwhelming, but it was the very reason, why she did it in the first place. His fear terrified her, as well. One of them must lose and she hoped, that she can spare him that pain. But... there were boundaries and she would do anything, to make sure, that he wouldn't try to cross them.

Now, she recognised his figure the moment she left the portal. Next to him stood Isengrim. Cerys walked by her side in silence, with an expressionless face. The face, which terrified even Margo. They approached their husbands slowly. All unsure, what would happen next. She asked coldly:

"Why did you ask for the kids as well?"

"I... what?" – Iorveth asked shocked, utterly confused.

"Why did you ask for the kids?" – she asked in a stronger voice.

"I... wanted them to come..." – he replied, still confused.

"They are save in Vergen. They are not coming" – she stated coldly, but calmly, with strength in her voice, which surprised even her husband.

"Margo?" – he asked, blinking a few times, trying to wrap his mind around her line of thinking.

"They are not going anywhere. They are my children."

"What? Margo..." – he paused as he realised what she was thinking. His face turned into horror, before he continued: – "Did you seriously think, that I would ever do something like that? To you? To them? Is that how much you don't trust me?"

He was watching her with a terrified expression. Pain, fear and anger were visible in his eye and in his features. He was disappointed in her, in himself, in their relationship, in everything. But she felt relief... her worst fears were just in her head. The question remained: was her smaller, but still terrifying fears unreal, as well? She waited for him to speak, trying to keep her face emotionless. As he spoke, she heard the resignation in his voice:

"I'm not leaving, too. Not, unless you ask me to go and the only place I would go then, is Vergen."

"OK" – she stated coldly, but her heart started to beat normally again and she could breathe much easier.

He was still observing her closely, thinking hard and his face became emotionless, again. As he spoke, his voice was dangerously cold and quiet:

"You knew... you sent her here fully aware, what will happen. You let me go, again... What is wrong with you?"

"Me? Did I fuck the first man, I met as I left?" – she asked with growing anger.

"No, I forgot. You cheat on me only with my friends" – he replied furiously – "but it's beside the point now. You didn't answer my question."

She didn't reply right away, looking at his angry expression with a tense face, but she spoke at last:

"I will die, me mienne. I will leave you, much too soon. I thought, that..." – she started calmly, but he interrupted her quickly:

"You are making decisions for me, again. You know... I am tired of you, your attitude, your arguing and constant fighting. Sometimes I hate you, truly" – he stated with a blank voice and paused, before continuing: – "But the truth is, that I love you and I would never trade even a few more years with you for a twenty-something-years old. If you thought otherwise, you are a fool" – he stated and they both started to laugh almost hysterically.

She wanted to be angry, she wanted to do and say many things, which she forgot momentarily, as she was in his arms, kissing him fiercely.

The time stopped... Like all those years ago, like every time I was sure I lost you, only to find you again. Maybe... you will stay with me until the end. Maybe, it's high time I believe in you.

As they separated, he said in a sad voice:

"Ciaran is leaving, Margo. This is why I wanted kids here, to say goodbye..."

"Oh... Yes... Mousesack! Go for the kids, please. Tell them, that we will stay on Faroe for a while" – she called to the druid, who nodded and left.

Then, she turned back to Iorveth and stated without emotions:

"I am angry."

"I know."

"It won't be easy."

"I know."

"But you are right, I... suspected why they came."

"Did you suspected, that they were to drug us and help Enid to tie us up and take us by force?"

"What?!" – she exclaimed and continued furiously: – "I will kill that woman. She is not to set a foot on my island or I will cut it off."

"Only Ciri will be allowed on the ground, boys in the port were informed."

She heard footsteps and turned to see Granya, the girl she met and saved a few months ago. She suspected, that it was her: her hair betrayed her the moment they've met and now, her eyes were telling Margo the whole story, so she started:

"Iorveth, please leave us for a moment."

"Obviously" – he replied, but looked at both women concerned, before he retreated.

"I am sorry" – the young Seidhe stated.

"I know. You are ashamed, sorry and you regret the night you slept with him for the first time. Not only, because you are now facing his wife, who is hardly a monster or filth worthy of your contempt, but also, because he took his toll on you. He took much more from you than he could possibly give, so you are tired, confused and you feel used, I can see that. You regret falling for him, even though you knew, that he would never be yours. You lost during this mission much more, than you bargained for" – Margo paused, looking with a scrutinising gaze at the girl, who shrunk in herself and looked beyond hurt. – "Why did you do it for Enid?"

"Nainsi..."

"What's with her?"

"She killed someone. She would be executed. We... fought for her..."

"… insulting the Queen. I understand. What will happen to her now?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I care for my people and for my guests."

"We failed."

"I see" – Margo paused again, pensive, but even she felt, that her features relaxed. – "I'm observing Ciaran right now. I can see, how he looks at you. He is twice the man as me and my husband combined. Don't hurt him, Granya" – Margo stated and paused watching small smile creeping at the girls face. – "I wish you a lot of luck, luned."

"May I ask you something?" – Granya inquired.

"Yes."

"How can you do it?"

"What?"

"Love him and be happy..."

"Ah... a funny question from the lover to the wife, wouldn't you agree?" – Margo mocked, but continued. – "Now, you understand the nature of the power-play. You need to calculate, all the time, what to give and what to take. The alternative is being consumed by his needs and desires, strength and controlling nature. The day I've met him, I knew, that I met someone, who will not make me ashamed..."

"Of what?"

"My needs and desires, my strength and controlling nature" – the older woman replied and smiled at the girl, whose expression now indicated, that she is trying to understand.

Margo walked to Lóegairen, but he started:

„I'm staying."

„Obviously, Faroe is your home."

„Toruviel and Yeavinn are staying, too."

„Good. Armann is in love with Estea, I would hate to see those two separated."

„Wow."

„Yeah... they were sneaking into the forest all the time. I was so worried, that I had them guarded... secretly. And I am still not sure how to tell Iorveth, but it's not the time... yet."

„But many will go, Margo. They want..."

„… to be sure, that they are safe longer than my life-span. I know and I understand. I'm getting older and so is Cerys" – she paused and looked at him pointedly, before asking: – „Did Nainsi tell you the whole story?"

„How you...?"

„She is looking at you with a terrible sorrow."

„What story?"

„She is facing execution, if she will go to Enid."

„What?" – he asked surprised.

„If I asked her to stay, would you...?"

„She betrayed us, me..."

„My husband betrayed me. Am I bitching now?"

„No..." – he paused looking at Margo pensively, before stating with resignation: – „Allow her to stay."

„I will."

She saw Ciaran standing a few meters from them. They looked at each other for a long time, before she called:

„Tequila time?"

„Sure!" – he called back.

So they drunk and cried together. For one last time. They couldn't speak too much, but both knew: they will miss each other... immensely.


CERYS

Feainn 1291

Harviken

Faroe

The road from the jarl's hall to the beach seemed terribly long that time. She was walking slowly with Margo, but couldn't speak... Not yet. Most of the Aen Seidhe left Skellige a month ago. The whole Isles, but Faroe, especially, became terribly quiet. Everything was different now.

They saw the beach from afar and Cerys stopped suddenly. Margo stopped as well and looked sadly at her cousin. Cerys spoke slowly:

„How did you do it?"

„I... was more afraid of the future, than angry about the past..."

„And..."

„As always, my dear. Nothing changed, truly. They are gone, Cerys."

„Are they? I still feel their presence every time I think..."

„It's only in your head. I'm not telling you to forget and forgive, but it's time to make some decisions. At least, to try to..."

„I'm not sure, what is the best option. To talk? What can I hear?"

„Nothing new... Cerys, I am the last person to push you. We can go back to the house and drink too much of beer, we can sail at once... Anything you need" – Margo stated in a concerned voice, looking at her with tensed features.

„I don't know what I want... What kind of a queen am I?"

„This is not politics. This is personal and we are both terrible at personal..."

„Yeah... maybe we made a mistake all those years ago?"

„Maybe... But we wouldn't have our incredible children" – her cousin smiled fondly at her and she couldn't help, but smiled, too.

„I still can't believe, that he... they..." – she said in a heavy voice, shaking her head. – „I am so terribly alone."

„I know."

They approached the beach together and saw both of them sitting there. They didn't notice their presence, deep in the conversation. Suddenly, Lóegairen called, from behind them:

„Are you sailing today?"

She turned around to see him standing and hugging Nainsi closely, they were both grinning widely. It was Margo, who called back:

„No, go! Have some time alone" – they all chuckled.

But Cerys turned back to look at the beach. Isengrim was standing right now and Iorveth approached her and Margo with a sad smile. As he got closer, he stated:

„He'll wait for you. As long as you need. You are not obliged to go there, Cerys. Don't feel that way."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before she started to walk towards her husband. She heard Margo's and Iorveth's footsteps, as they left them alone.

Isengrim... He was standing with a sad smile, waiting for her to approach. The last time they spoke, she shouted to him to stay within ten meters from her, so she didn't expect anything else. But, she came closer and stood in front of him, looking him in the eyes. He swallowed, before saying:

„I am sorry, Cerys. I... don't know what else to say."

„Why, Isengrim? Why did you do it?"

„I... you weren't there."

„Is this an explanation? It was OK, because I haven't seen it?"

„No. But she was there and..."

„… she was young and beautiful and all the things I am no longer."

„New. She was new."

„So you are bored."

„Not in this way... But I wanted to feel it again."

„What?"

„Youth. How it was when I was young."

„It's still an excuse."

„It is, but it's true. I love you, Cerys. It was never about you or her. It was about me. I'm ashamed and sorry. I shouldn't have done it, but I did. There is nothing more I can tell you."

„So what now? Did you think for a moment what would happen after?"

„No. I wasn't thinking at all, but it's hardly surprising for you, I guess."

„It wasn't a one-night-stand! You were practically living together. In our home!"

„I... realised, that as it happened once, you would be still angry, so..."

„It happened twice and again and again, and I'm only more angry. It's pathetic."

„I agree."

„If you try this again you will lose your wife" – she stated and left him, going back to the town, but she heard his footsteps, as he was following her, to take her hand and walk back together.

As they walked, first clouds started to gather on the midday sky. The rays of the sun were still shining on her face, but she saw more white and fluffy clouds coming from the West.

Please... let it rain again...