“You have honored us with your friendship and your unquestioning service to our people.” Pol had stepped forward as the others formed a large circle around Robert. “Now you willingly take on the duties of a Guardian of the Realm in accompanying one of our daughters on a perilous journey. As such, we wish to recognize your service and name you as one of the Guardians.”
Robert had never considered this could happen to him. Guardian was an elite title held only by Fae descendants.
“I... I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll accept,” Jesse said, a grin covering his face. “And strip out of that shirt.”
All of that had led up to this moment, the moment when Dallyn placed the large bracelet-like band around Robert’s bicep before rejoining the others in the circle. Each of the men in the circle bowed his head and a hush fell over the group as Pol spoke once again.
“You undertake this sacred pledge of your own free will?”
“I do.” Robert nodded, still in awe of the honor his friends offered.
“So be it. Know, then, that Guardians serve as instruments of the Magic, to repair that which was torn asunder. Grant that the power to reunite the broken Soul Pairings might reside in us that we might bring harmony and peace to the divided worlds. Until that day, we protect those unable to protect themselves, bending only to the will of the Magic.”
Pol’s words echoed eerily through the glen, and as the last sound died away, a strange humming noise filled the silence, resonating around Robert like voices heard from very far away.
As the tenor of the sound increased, he felt the first sensations against his skin, underneath the band Dallyn had placed there. Small, wispy movements, like grass blowing in the wind, tickled his arm. The feeling grew, building to a crescendo in time to the vibration of the voices until the pitch became almost too high to hear.
It was then the power of the Faerie Magic flooded Robert’s body, passing through him in a burst of energy, leaving him weak in the knees and gasping for breath.
The men around him broke into cheers, clapping their hands and slapping him on the back. Dallyn removed the large metal band and Robert felt the shock of recognition at what he saw on his skin where the bracelet had been. A tattoolike mark, exactly like the one adorning the arms of each man in the circle.
The Mark of the Guardian.
Pol stepped forward once again and they all fell silent.
“All of Wyddecol will recognize you by your Mark as one of our own. Welcome to the brotherhood, Guardian.”
Chapter 3
“There’s one more thing I want you to keep in mind, Robbie.” Cate MacKiernan lifted her hand to his stirrup, casting a quick look to the woman at her side, Mairi MacKiernan Navarro. Cate spoke quietly, her words clearly intended only for the three of them.
Moments from now, these two women, Faerie descendants both, would be the ones to send him and Leah hurtling through time.
They’d come to this relatively secluded clearing not far from the ruins of where his family keep had stood in the thirteenth century. He and Leah, dressed in authentic garb for where they were bound, sat on horseback, waiting for the moment they would travel into the multicolored lights of the Faerie Magic.
Robert cocked an eyebrow and leaned down toward the two women, waiting for whatever they wanted to tell him. He knew there was no rushing them. Cate would finish in her own good time. From the looks she and Mairi exchanged, this clearly concerned something the two of them had already discussed.
“You do understand that there are no guarantees for how the Faerie Magic works, right?” Cate glanced to Mairi once more.
“And you realize we’ve little control over the process if the Magic itself takes over,” Mairi added as her fingers worried at her long blond braid. “It’s no at all a scientific process.”
Robert nodded, watching both of them closely. He knew them too well. There was more. He could feel it in his bones. “I never thought it was. And?”
Cate needlessly cleared her throat. “You’re going back to a time when you’re not supposed to exist. If the Magic seeks to equalize what should be with what is, you could be in real trouble. There’s a chance that because of your unique situation you could be in even more danger than anyone else who might go back.”
“Mairi survived the same herself, did she no?” This woman standing in front of him had returned to a time where she wasn’t supposed to exist, either, and she’d come back from it unharmed.
Cate glanced to Mairi, who avoided his gaze, instead looking down at the braid she held in her hand. Nerves? That wasn’t a sign he liked to see from women as powerful as these two.
“It’s not quite the same, Robbie.” Cate shook her head and took a deep breath before continuing. “When we pulled Mairi from the past, we did so under the assumption that shewouldbe killed. Nothing had actually happened to her yet. You had already received a mortal wound. There was no doubt as to what your fate would have been if we’d left you behind. It was only by bringing you to our time, by getting you immediate medical attention that didn’t even exist in your time, that your life was saved.”
Mairi stopped twisting the end of her braid long enough to add, “We just can’t be sure what will happen. You know how Pol always says we can’t change history, only alter the circumstances? Well, yer being alive in that time is no what history had in store for you. If you want, Robbie, there’s still time to change your mind about going. One of the others can take Leah back.”
Robert snorted his derision, smiling down at the women in an attempt to reassure them. “If that’s the problem, then we’re simply looking at it all wrong. Instead let’s choose to think of my being there as a small alteration of history’s course, no an attempt to change it. How’s that work for you? There’ll be no changes in our plans at this late date. My decision’s firm. I’m the one who’s going, so let’s get on with it.”
Robert gritted his teeth against his irritation. Wasn’t that just a lovely bit of news they’d saved up for him? Not only was he staring down the possibility of never being able to return to the time he’d come to love and think of as his own, but now he’d also need to keep an eye out for the Magic trying to eliminate him entirely from the spot where he was headed. So bloody typical of the damned Fae. Their magic was as fickle as a redheaded woman.