Einion pointed toward the Hill of the Chalice. “The healing house is up there, beside where Etain lives. They took Olwyn there.” He went into the room and lit the hearth fire and two lamps upon a simple wooden table in the middle of the room. “You can all sleep in here,” he said, pointing at four single straw mattresses upon low wooden frames. “I know you’re used to plusher surroundings, but at least you can rest easy and safely here. Briana and I are two doors down, and Barta and Dagon immediately next door.”
“Where do all the priests and priestesses live?” Adara asked, gazing out the open door into the night where fires glowed orange in the dark.
“There are dwellings scattered around the isle, some like this, others roundhouses.”
“It must have been peaceful living here for so many yea
