Before Albanwyr could speak, another person approached. A young girl, this time, smiling shyly at Nona as she slipped past them and into the barn, likely on the same task as them.
Albanwyr’s lips tightened. “I wish to speak without ears to hear,” he said in a low voice.
Fey business, then. Had Celyn gone against her wishes and revealed what he knew? She forced down the spike of fear that pierced her. Her father would be much more upset if that was the case.
Aye,” she replied and steered them towards the path leading to the causeway that connected the crannog to the shore. Nona looked up at him, steeling herself. “Is there something wrong?”
Her father grunted. “Wrong? I am not sure. You can tell me. I have heard of the unrest in Nectan’s Court, and of the wilding Traveller. And of t
