Chapter 4
The SacrilegeSlowly the Spear-lord’s wife, Isar’s mother, Fern, walked amongst the green profusion of her garden. The sunset had been magnificent, but for once she had not bowed her head to it, nor murmured the customary words of evening prayer.
This coming darkness brought one more night of danger to her much loved son and the prayer she must say must not be one of custom, but of power and sincerity.
As she walked she gently touched the darkening branches of her Rowan tree. She believed all nature was so interdependent and interlinked that if one tree accepted her prayer, other, rooted in the same earth, would respond to it. Their combined energy would carry her prayer to the great spirit guardians of the earth.
She sank upon her knees and lowered her forehead to the earth.
