Chapter 11

One Option

My hands are buried in my face as I sit on the bed. I can feel tears trailing down my face. My husband rubs my back, rolling his fingers against my spine as I tremble. I knew this was a possibility, but I never imagined it to be so soon. I believed that it would be years before this verdict was decided. However, the Milesians were inpatient. We have lost and they have won and the winners have demanded a prize: the rule of Ireland. I knew that would occur soon, but what I couldn't imagine happening for many years was what they intended to do with us.

The Milesian king, Erimon, has already come to a verdict for the Tuatha de Dannan. The Milesians would rule Ireland. We will rule the sidhe, a land shrouded in myths. Erimon says it is not unlike Ireland. He says we will be happy and we will never have to engage in combat again. He defines it is as our new reign of peace. The three kings of the Tuatha de Dannan and my two sisters have succumbed to his euphemisms. All these are shrouding the cruel truth.

The Milesians intend to cast us away to sidhe, the world of spirits.