EPILOGUE
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fall sun slowly melted into the western horizon turning the sky over Màrrach a brilliant pink. The leaves had already fallen from all the trees in Ventra—except those in the solarium, of course. The air was cold, the wind blustery. Rhiannon stood on the steps of Màrrach in her thick, fur-lined leather tunic and breeches. She watched as the group approached from the east. They had landed at the Eastern Fort (which had become a pretty busy shipping and fishing port of late) almost two weeks ago, so she knew they were coming—but why?
Flath was in Sona Tuath with Tristan, and she and Lilly were supposed to have followed them and then she heard her visitors were on their way. Now that the season was too late to take her ship across the Carnaid, she would have to book passage out
