“Faolan said, pointing ahead to an impenetrable tangle of dark oak branches hazed with green. “I don’t see any house.” Eile was tired and out of sorts. Her chest was aching and her head was dizzy; she had lied to Faolan about being well enough to travel, and now she was paying the price. As soon as Saraid had been running about again and eating with enthusiasm, Eile had declared herself fully recovered. There was no way she was going to hold Faolan back from getting to White Hill and deliver...ing his urgent messages. She’d delayed him too long already. She’d cost him a fortune and embarrassed him with her proposition. He didn’t want her. It was becoming evident, as they neared King Bridei’s court, that Faolan had important things to do, a life in which she could take no part. She knew better than to expect anything of him. So why did it hurt so much? Since Mother died, she’d always been alone. She’d always done things on her own; she’d always coped.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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