Here you go guys... you know what, i'm not even going to ask anymore, because all of you reading my story, and yes, i know you are reading it, don't find it interesting enough to review. so you're just going to have to deal with what you get. it might even get worse from here so...
Chapter 7
"He knows!" Quilan sat bolt upright in hay. He had known it had been too good to be true that Feidhelm had left them alone without checking up on them for two nights.
"What? Feidhelm, what are you talking about? Who knows?" Roisin leaned up on one elbow to closer examine his face.
"No, no. I'm not Feidhelm. Feidhelm knows!" Quilan said in a quick and hurried voice. "You see I'm not really Feidhelm. I'm his cousin Quilan. He sent me here in his place to woo you for him. You see he's the one that really cares for you…"
A look of horror crossed Roisin's face. "You…" She quickly began to gather the remains of her outdoor clothing, for they had fallen asleep on the hay. She searched for her cloak and boots to return to the house with haste.
"No, no Roisin, I didn't mean that! You know I care for you! Please, please don't think that, please. I had no say in the matter. He's the king; I have to do whatever he says!" At that moment, Quilan knew he had said too much.
Roisin stared at him, trying to comprehend what he had just said. "The king? What on earth could he be the king of? Ireland has no king!" Roisin was becoming scared. Just what was Feid… no, Quilan talking about?
"Explain yourself!" she cried.
Oh boy, now you did it Quilan. How are you going to get yourself out of this one? What should I say to her? How can I possibly make her understand my feelings for her without her thinking everything I do is an act? How do I make her believe that I truly love her? Quilan shifted from foot to foot thinking.
"Roisin I don't know how to answer you. Please, you have to believe me. The king …"
"No!" she cried, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say. "I don't have to listen to a word you say. How could you lie to me? How could you do this to me?" Roisin made an even more desperate search for her cloak. Pulling on her boots, she rummaged around in the hay, wanting desperately to be alone. Quilan tried to continue. Somehow he would make her understand.
"The king is very forceful in his ways. There was no refusing his task. He has been watching me from the very moment we met on the road. It was only after the storm that he decided I could handle things on my own and left me to my own devices. I hadn't planned it this way…" he tried to explain, "… I wasn't planning on falling in love." The last was finished in no more than a whisper. How in the world could he make her understand the kind of position he was in?
Roisin stopped her desperate search, her hand hovering over the hay covered cloak.
Love? Did he just say that he has fallen in love? Surely not with me… how could he love me? Oh God, is this some kind of cruel joke, some sick twisted way to answer my prayers? Allowing me to fall in love with him only now to find out that there is no way I could have him?
Quilan watched her closely, seeing her thinking, wishing that he could know what was going through her mind.
"Roisin? Please, say something." He moved a bit closer to her, bending down trying to see her face. Slowly he reached out his hand and brushed back her hair that had fallen over her face. He was shocked to see tears falling from her beautiful sapphire eyes.
"Roisin?" his voice was soft and full of concern.
Hearing his voice so soft and full of worry only weakened her defenses more. She crumpled into a small heap in the hay. She was about to say something when Quilan suddenly went ridged. A far-away look came to his eyes. Their hands had been grasped together, so when he suddenly took off out of the barn she was dragged along with him.
Finbar had been on his way to Roisin's farm, slowly making his way through the fields, when he spotted Quilan and Roisin dashing across the grass. Horrified, Finbar realized that Quilan was glowing. They were moving at an alarming rate and it seemed that Roisin was being dragged along against her will. Infuriated, Finbar followed them, determined to rescue Roisin from this glowing menace.
Eamon had just left the house, intending to collect some of the dried vegetables from the barn when he saw Quilan and Roisin rush out of the barn and off into the fields. Something was not right with the picture, particularly because an unearthly light had surrounded Quilan, a visual sign of the spell he was under. Eamon froze in fright at the sight of his daughter and the man. She seemed to be struggling along behind him, yet he did not slow his pace for her.
He's kidnapping my daughter! She is being kidnapped by one of the Daoine Sidhe! I must find help.
Franticly he ran back into the house, ordering that none of his remaining children were to leave the building, under any circumstances. Leaving his oldest son in charge, Eamon then dashed out to the barn again, vaulted onto one of the work horses and dashed into town.
Alright, I've changed my mind. Please please review. I'm getting really tired of asking and not getting any response.
