6.
Leap of Faith
CúChulainn opened his eyes to find himself lying on the damp grass just outside the Sídhe. Healing sunlight was falling on him between the high branches of the trees surrounding the clearing wherein lay the secret rath. Then a shadow obscured his view and when, an instant later, he could make out its detail his jaw dropped open. Emer was above him, holding his head in her lap, speaking to him, reviving him with terse commands that were really pleadings borne from a love so total and untainted that he felt as though his heart was igniting into furious radiance like the birth of Lugh’s sun itself.
‘They’re coming around,’ said another voice, one that CúChulainn recognised a moment later as belonging to Uatach. Though reluctant to take his eyes from Emer’s face, he glan
