It was not like Rosamunde to feel trepidation, but she felt it to her very bones as Ravensmuir loomed high on the cliff above her ship. They approached the coast in early evening, as seldom she had before. This time, Rosamunde saw no point in subterfuge.
Indeed, she hoped that Tynan would meet her. She would have to seek him out either way, for she had need of the ring she had returned to him to sate this vengeful spriggan.
The sailors were hushed. They could be superstitious, as Rosamunde knew, and their hesitation to serve a woman would only have been increased by the tidings that she was haunted by a malicious fairy. Padraig stood by her side, like a guardian determined to see an unpleasant duty completed by his ward.
Matters had been strained between them since Rosamunde had learned
