Magda tilted her head toward a spot along the tree line to our right. There, on a set of rails, was a small wooden boat. Had it not been for the ornately carved figurehead, I might have thought it was a simple dinghy cast off from a larger ship. There was no mistaking the rearing stallion that morphed into a great mer-beast, its front hooves dancing over the water. “I see you recognize it,” Magda mused in a delighted tone. I peered back at her, eyes wide and mouth gaping. “Is that truly what I think it is?” “Anyone care to clue me in?” asked Knight, brows narrowed. “That’s Wave Sweeper, the infamous ship given to Lugh by his foster father, the sea god Mananaun,” I explained. “Lugh—the man who conquered the Formorians and took back the cauldron and spear?” he asked, recalling the tale I’d t
