“Which means it’s a trap,” Eahn said. The others nodded.
“Finnbhear is a great statesman, but he never was very clever,” Aramina said with a smile. “Besides, that wouldn’t be Finnbhear’s style. I’m willing to bet its an invitation. And I mean to take it. The Silver Fox wants to talk. He’s always wanting to talk. So, we’ll talk.”
That afternoon, Aramina embarked on her appointed mission. Astride Picket, who plodded slowly and hung his head as if in utter defeat, she rode solemnly toward the hill where Finnbhear waited by his fire. Although they passed the line where Finnbhear's men ringed Aihn's land, there was no sign of them. Aramina knew the soldiers were there, hiding with their elven skills. Neither she nor the pooka would be killed unless Finnbhear gave the command. There was no dou
