With a muffled curse, Cadán caught up with him just as Thomas spotted a slumped figure lying by the trail. Another human caught in a Charm. Thomas knelt beside him. A warrior, judging by his sword. Not one he recognized from Bebbanburg. In fact, by his clothing, the man was one of the Scotti.
“Celyn!” The muffled shout came from ahead. Thomas’ head snapped up. Aidan. What was he doing here? He jumped up to go to the bishop’s aid.
But Cadán stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Dinna be foolish," he hissed. "Ye may be a powerful Fey, but ye’ll bleed to death like any human.”
The words checked Thomas’ urgency. Cadán was right. Rushing in blindly was a good way to get killed. “That’s the bishop up ahead. I have to help him. Wulfram wants to destroy the monastery. What better way than
