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Highland Raven

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by Melanie Karsak


  “Is he yours already, Raven Beak?” Sid whispered but then got distracted by the invisible Nadia near her shoulder. “Hush! I’m asking her—”

  I thought on the result of an answer in either direction and decided not to reply.

  Sid smiled.

  Banquo stripped down and a moment later, before I could get a good look at him, jumped into the water.

  “Ahh,” he yelled as the cold water hit him. “You lie, sisters.”

  Sid and I both laughed, but Sid swam over to him and wrapped her arms around him. “I just wanted to see you naked,” she told him then looked deeply at his face. “You’ve the eyes of a king,” she whispered.

  He grinned at Sid.

  “What is it you say?” Sid asked Nadia. “Ah, the eyes of a queen as well. He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Sid asked me.

  “Yes.” He really was beautiful. And for a moment, I saw both Banquo and Sid before me with that strange double-vision as I had seen in the barrow. Once more Sid’s face changed, and I saw her as Boudicca had seen her, with her pale golden hair. And I saw Banquo too. He looked as he had in the vision I’d seen the night before, his long red hair pulled back into a braid. Prasutagus a voice whispered from my memory. He was Prasutagus, your husband.

  My husband, but not my King, and not the raven-haired man from my visions.

  Sid stroked her hand across Banquo’s chest then leaned in and kissed him while she moved his hands to her breasts.

  Banquo quivered.

  I giggled nervously, but for some reason, I didn’t feel jealous. It felt…okay…for Sid to be there with us.

  “Don’t laugh, come,” Sid said and pulled my hand.

  I glided easily in the water.

  She moved one of his hands to my breast as she kissed his neck. “Eyes of a king,” she whispered in his ear.

  Banquo stared at me, uncertain if he should take his hand away or not. Sensing his uncertainty, Sid pulled away from Banquo then guided me in front of him, putting his other hand on my other breast. I inhaled sharply. It felt so wonderful to have him touch me. My hands drifted to his waist. I touched his bare skin, felt his body. A feeling like lightning shot through me. Sid swam around behind me and joined her hands with Banquo’s. They both gently touched my breasts, playing with my nipples. Sid then took her hands away and stuck them under the water. I shifted, uncertain, when her hands drifted between my legs. She gently moved my legs apart and touched the soft folds therein.

  “So sweet,” Sid whispered. “Feel,” she then told Banquo. Taking one of his hands, she guided him between my legs. He gently stroked me, his fingers never intruding, just touching me gently, his thumb working the sweet spot. My whole body shook. I closed my eyes. I could feel Sid’s hands on my breasts again, stroking me softly, then the feel of her wet, hot mouth sucking my nipples. Banquo leaned forward and kissed my neck as he rubbed me, touching all of me. I trembled when I climaxed.

  Banquo took his hands away then held me gently by the back of my head and leaned in and kissed me. I didn’t resist him. His mouth tasted sweet. I caught the light doughy taste of sweet cakes and spring water in his mouth. After a moment, he pulled back. He was breathing hard.

  Sid reached up, cradled his face, and kissed him playfully. Her hands roved under the water once again, but this time she found Banquo. “Impregnate Anwyn,” she whispered to him, “offer the spring your seed.”

  Banquo closed his eyes. He breathed deeply, and his face began to twitch with excited sensations as Sid touched him under the water. I kissed him passionately, my tongue roving inside his sweet mouth. I felt him shaking. A few moments later, he contorted with excited release. Panting, he wrapped his arms around us both and kissed our cheeks.

  “You are very sweet,” Sid told Banquo as she waded out of the water. Grabbing her heap of clothing, she tucked it under her arm then headed naked back to the coven, leaving me in Banquo’s arms.

  Banquo sat down on a large rock underwater, and I crawled onto his lap, my arms around his neck, my head resting upon his chest. I could feel his declining manhood under me. We relaxed in the cold water, Banquo’s arms wrapped around me.

  “What is she?” he whispered.

  “A faerie thing,” I replied.

  “How is it I feel so deeply for you but only just met you?” he whispered.

  I smiled and looked deep into his eyes. Prasutagus. The named floated on the wind. “This is an old love renewed,” I whispered.

  “May the Goddess let it be so,” Banquo replied.

  Chapter 13

  That morning, when the bards played, the rest of us danced around the maypole. Taking hold of bright, colorful ribbons, we ladies and our druid guests wove around the tall pole and sang the songs of spring. I giggled happily as we strung the symbol of the Forest Lord, the erect maypole, with his lady’s purse, the colorful ribbons. I was holding a bright purple ribbon, weaving it in and out between the other colors. Laughing, my heart pounding, I soon began to feel a little dizzy. As I danced, my mind went back in time, and I saw Madelaine threading purple thread in and out of her embroidery frame.

  “How do you get it to look so perfect?” I had asked her.

  I had been sitting at her side, all of the women around the house gathered by the fire sewing as the chill of deep winter blasted the castle walls.

  “I don’t think about it,” she replied. “My hands move, do the work, but my mind is elsewhere.”

  “Where?”

  Madelaine laughed. “That, Little Corbie, is none of your business,” she said then playfully tapped my nose with one finger.

  The other women giggled.

  I sighed heavily then set down my sewing. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I said but both Madelaine and I knew it was a lie.

  “Of course. Fly back soon.”

  I rushed out of the hall and upstairs, stopping in my chamber to grab my heavy bear-fur coat, and headed toward the castle turret. Eager to get outside and away from the boredom, I rushed as quietly as I could down the dark castle hallways toward the turret door. The brass pull on the door was freezing cold; it burned my fingers. When I opened the door, freezing wind blasted down the spiral stairwell. I went into the turret, clapping the door shut behind me, then rounded up the spiral stairs and pushed open the outer door. I emerged onto the roof, startling a flock of ravens roosting under the arches. They cawed then flew off, black specks against a white canvas. The wind whipped violently, but it was a magical sight. The whole countryside was covered in a blanket of snow that shimmered like blown diamond dust. The sun was just beginning to set. Dim hues of heather purple and marigold orange trimmed the horizon.

  The vista was so bleak that it surprised me when I spotted a woman standing at the top of a hill close to the castle. She wore long, flowing green robes and had golden hair the color of daffodils. I gasped when I saw her. Surely she was near freezing dressed in such a sheer gown. Her hair whipped wildly around her. A moment later, she beckoned. My skin turned to goose bumps, and I felt a sinking feeling inside as I peered more closely at her. I looked around. There was no one on the turret nor in the yard below. I gazed back at the blonde-haired woman. She beckoned once more then walked over the rise and out of sight.

  Gathering up my skirts, I headed inside, snuck down the hallways and the grand staircase, and ran out the front gate. The snow was deep. I hadn’t taken more than ten steps, however, when someone called my name.

  “Corbie?” I turned to see Tavis, who was new to our household then, at the gate. He’d just come back from riding. His horse’s winter coat, its hair long, was covered with small balls of ice. “Where are you going?”

  “I…” What would I say? “I saw a woman on the hill.”

  “A woman? Out in this weather? Are you certain?”

  I nodded vigorously. “I swear it. I was on the turret. I saw her from there. She is wearing green robes.”

  “Which direction?”

  I pointed to the hill where I had seen the golden-haired
woman.

  Tavis lent me his hand then pulled me on horseback in front of him. “And just what were you doing on the turret?” he asked with a chuckle as we rode off in the direction of the hill.

  “Avoiding needlework?”

  Tavis laughed. “Just like your lovely aunt, always up to mischief.”

  Tavis’ horse fought through the heavy snow. The wind blew icy cold across the hill. My nose froze, turning red. I pulled my arms inside my coat and wrapped them around me.

  “Bitter cold. A person would freeze outside tonight once the sun goes down,” Tavis said as we neared the hill. He rode to the top, but there was no sign of the woman anywhere.

  Puzzled, I looked around. “Where did she go?”

  Tavis scanned the ground. “No footprints.”

  “Wind must have blown them awa—” I was beginning to say when I saw the woman again. She was walking over a small rise near the loch in the valley below. Her green robes and yellow hair still blew around her. She stopped and beckoned to me.

  “There! There she is!” I said to Tavis, pointing excitedly toward the woman.

  He peered in the distance. “Where?”

  “Near the loch.”

  “Near the loch? I only see trees.”

  Again, the woman passed over the hill and disappeared.

  “There, she just passed the rise. She must be lost. Hurry before it gets dark.”

  Tavis reined his horse in, and we fought the deep snow. The castle was lost behind us in the gusting wind. We couldn’t even see our path back.

  “Corbie, are you certain?” Tavis asked again. “There is nothing in this direction for twenty leagues. Why would a woman be out here?”

  “I don’t know, but she was just there. I swear.”

  We rode through the snow, finally reaching the rise where the woman had gone. We reached the pinnacle just as the sun dropped below the horizon. I scanned the frozen wasteland around us. The woman was nowhere to be seen.

  “Corbie?”

  I looked all around. Surely she was there. I scanned the vista. For a brief moment, I thought I saw the woman. She appeared as a shimmer on the distant horizon. I squinted to look closer. When I did, however, the woman disappeared, and I saw five black dots against the white snow, barely visible in the whipping wind.

  “There, do you see that?” I asked, pointing.

  Tavis following my gaze. He held his hand to his brow and gazed off into the distance. “Men,” he said then.

  “Who? Alister’s men?”

  The small party moved toward us. In the fading sunlight, amongst the party, I saw a flash of color.

  Tavis clicked to his horse and headed in the direction of the party. “Did you see? Did you see that too?” he quizzed me, his voice quivering with excitement.

  How could I miss it? The party rode carrying a standard boasting a black raven winging across an amethyst background. It was the standard of Boite. My father had come.

  We crossed the snow quickly and soon we met with the other party. My father rode with four other men, a young one of whom appeared to be injured. Boite was bent in the snow wrapping one of his men’s forearm. He hadn’t yet recognized me, but I could never mistake him, even though I had not seen him for at least two years. He looked enormous under the weight of his heavy furs. His head was covered by a wolf pelt, the face of the wolf hovering on his forehead.

  “Hail, Your Lordship,” Tavis called as he neared them.

  “Are we near the castle of Lord Alister?” one of my father’s men called.

  My father gave us a quick, passing glance as he worked at the boy’s arm, setting it in a sling.

  “Yes, My Lord. I am the castle sentinel. The castle is but a league behind us.”

  “Good,” my father said as he finished then helped the boy up and back on his horse. “We got turned around in this accursed weather. The damned horse spooked and tossed my standard bearer. His arm might well be broken. I need to get him to sist—” Boite was saying when he finally turned and looked at Tavis and me.

  Finally, he rested his pale, violet-colored eyes on me. “Gruoch?”

  “Father,” I said with a smile, trying to hide my excitement.

  My father moved quickly across the deep snow, the drift reaching up to his knees, toward me. It almost seemed as if the snow moved to make way for him. He pulled me from Tavis’ horse and cradled me in his arms, pressing me tightly against his chest. When he finally relaxed his arms, he looked down at me, studied my face closely, then kissed me on my forehead. “By the Gods, what brings you out in this weather?”

  I didn’t know what to say. Should I tell him I’d followed a phantom woman? “Why, the Gods, of course.”

  Boite laughed. The sound of his voice echoed through the valley. “Then praise be to the Gods, because we were lost, my young man here is hurt, and night is upon us. Not to mention, I brought you a gift,” my father said, motioning to a black horse tethered to his own steed: Kelpie. “I think you might have saved your daddy’s life,” he told me then kissed me on the forehead.

  My father set me on his horse then turned and helped his wounded man mount. Once the man was secure, Boite swung up behind me. “Lead on, good man,” he told Tavis.

  Motioning to his men to follow, my father fell in behind Tavis, and we headed back through the deep snow and gusting wind toward the castle. I loved the feel of my father. He held me with one arm around my stomach, holding the reins with his other gloved hand. His black beard was grown long and was full of small balls of ice and snow. He wore heavy skins and wool clothes. His horse snorted in the cold wind, steam curling from its nostrils. The temperature was dropping fast now that the sun had set. It had grown very cold. I shivered in my gown under my heavy cloak.

  “Well, Little Raven,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was deep and gruff but not unkind. “Now tell me, how did you find us?”

  Something told me he already knew. “I saw a woman.”

  “A woman? What did she look like, my little fledging?”

  “Yellow hair the color of daffodils and long green robes.”

  “So you see her too?”

  “I did see the woman…but I never saw her before. Not until today.”

  “What would you say if I told you I was following her myself? We were lost in this damned storm. When the wind gusted, we couldn’t see a thing and have been riding blind. I’ve been following her for the last hour.”

  “Who is she? A faerie woman? A spirit?”

  “No, lass,” he said then laughed. “That was your mother.”

  “My…my mother?”

  “Her shade, at least. I see her from time to time. She often appears when I need her. Your mother was such a lovely thing. I know the story goes that I stole Emer from her father and forced her to be my bride. But the truth is, when the castle was sacked, Emer’s father brought his seven daughters before me and allowed me to choose my bride. I chose your mother for three reasons: she was the only one amongst her sisters who looked me in straight in the eyes, because she wore tattoos on her hands, marks of the old gods of the Isle of the Mighty, and because my soul knew her spirit. Soul magic. It was not the first time I’d met her spirit; I was drawn to her by a powerful force. And your mother, she knew it too. She knew the old ways and had no fear. I loved that girl for all the months she was my wife. And even before I had married her proper, I took her to the woods, and we shared vows under an ancient oak. Neither of us knew the other’s language, but our souls knew one another. I hand-fasted to her before the Gods, and she was my bride. Your mother died too young, all that magic still bottled up inside her. Now you’ve the spark in you, Little Raven. What will you do with all that magic?”

  * * *

  The ribbon finally wound to the bottom of the pole, and I crashed breathless onto the ground, the others laughing and giggling. Aridmis took Epona’s arm and swung her in a circle as the bards played on. Even Druanne smiled, and she relaxed, breathless, onto grass. Calean, Banquo’s druid co
mpanion, was twisting Sid in wide pirouettes, dancing to the music. Sid was laughing and flirting shamelessly. Banquo flopped down into the grass beside me. He put his arms behind his back and was breathing hard from dancing. After a few moments I stood up and extended my hand to him.

  “Come on,” I said.

  He took my hand, and we headed into the woods. “Well, my lovely priestess, where are you leading me?”

  “I want you to see something. I want to see if you…well, I just want you to see something,” I said.

  I retraced the path of nine oaks to the mound where Sid had taken me, to Boudicca’s mound. The new, green leaves were shimmering overhead. Sweet young ferns, their chartreuse fingers uncurling, dotted the forest floor. The air smelled loamy under the rays of the warm spring sun. We entered the moss-covered valley where the mound sat at its center. Banquo slowed to a stop and stared at the mound. When I looked back at him, he’d gone absolutely pale.

  “What…what is this place?” he asked.

  I didn’t say anything.

  Banquo took a few steps toward the mound, staring at it, and looked back at me. He looked shocked. “Cerridwen?” he said, his voice sounding hollow. He took a step toward me and reached out and took my hand. With his other hand, he reached out and stroked a stray hair away from my face. “Your hair was red,” he whispered.

  I smiled up at him. “So was yours,” I replied.

  I cast a glance toward the burial mound. Prasutagus, Boudicca’s husband, died many years before his wife. He would not have seen her burial mound. He would not have been buried nearby. But the energy of the place, the power emanating from the great queen’s very bones, charged the place with memory. I wanted to see if it would affect Banquo as it had me. I wanted to see if the name whispered on the wind—Prasutagus—was more than just a fantasy. My soul knew this man, loved him, but I didn’t want to fall prey to passion. I didn’t want to give in to the energy of Beltane. I wanted to be sure. Did our souls know one another as Boite’s and Emer’s had?

  Banquo leaned in, took my face in both of his hands, and kissed me. First he kissed me gently, putting soft, sweet kisses on my lips. Then he grabbed me and pulled me hard against him. His tongue roved inside my mouth. I soaked up the softness of his lips, feeling the brush of the sharp stubble of hair on his face. He smelled so sweet, but even more, he felt so familiar. My heart was racing, my knees weak.

 

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