Jeremiah returned, scowling even more heavily than before. “Brody’s not answering on the radio,” he growled.
“Then it’s like last time,” said Bea.
Jeremiah shrugged, a brief, angry motion. “Either she’s not receiving… Or yeah, it’s like last time.”
Jadwiga shifted. “Last time?”
“World War Two,” Kim explained, trying to keep it as brief as possible. “Wizards wound up involved on both sides. Galbraith asked Brody for help, and she basically sealed off Ireland. Nobody with any magic could get in or out until the mid-sixties. She’s kind of, um… isolationist.”
“She wouldn’t keep us from landing,” said Bea, but she did not sound at all certain.
Jeremiah just harrumphed. “We’ll see when we get there, won’t we?”
Minutes ticked past, then an hour, then a little more. Kim watched Bea and Darr
