Chapter Three
I knelt before my master, knowing I should feel proud of my success. I'd completed my final exams by finishing the shoes, which was no small feat. As a people, it was often a joked we always left the job half done–the reason we’d been given the rather derogatory nickname ‘leprechaun’ in the first place. It was Gaelic for half-shoe, making it incredibly obvious I wasn’t the first apprentice to get caught by a human.
I knelt in front of my master now, wondering what an outside observer would have made of the sight. He appeared years younger than I, but that was merely one of his gifts.
Robin, Lord of Summerland and God of the British Isles, preferred appearing as a child when possible. I'd heard the rumours about his other, more adult form, but I’d never seen it myself. Acco
