Chapter 14At mid-morning, they approached the copse where Captain Lozac'h had appeared. Culann had spent a chilly night under a jutting ledge of rock, the cold relieved slightly by a salamander spell. Dinner had been a gristly affair, a stringy leporid so scant of meat it'd seemed all sinew, tendon, and bone.
“This is it,” Niamh said. Two trees stood across a narrow trickle from each other, the quiet gurgle barely audible under the breeze and the birds. The way the trees stood made a natural gate. The other two sites hadn't had similar features.
Culann saw immediately that the others had come to the site, the essences of three Druids easily visible.
“Looks as if they've been here and tried,” Sionann said.
“What? Copied my incantation?” Finnán shook his head. “Thieves! Unwilling to help
