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his vanity deep. He set to kill the man she loved, casting spells, weaving charms of the dark. But the cloak she had woven and the love she had given protected him from harm. But there are more devious ways to destroy. Alasdair used them. Again in dreams he planted seeds of doubt, hints of betrayal in Caelan’s sleeping mind. Alasdair gave him visions of Bryna with another, painted pictures of her wrapped in another man’s arms, filled with another man’s seed. And with these images tormenting his mind, Caelan rode his fine black horse over the hills to this place. And finding her he accused her.
    “She was proud,” Bryna said after a moment. “She would not deny such lies. They argued bitterly, tempers ruling over hearts. It was then that he struck—Alasdair. He’d waited only for the moment, laughing in the shadows while the lovers hurled pain at each other. When Caelan tore off his cloak, hurled it to the ground at her feet, Alasdair struck him down so that his blood ran through the stones and into the ground.”
    Tears glinted into her eyes, but went unshed as she faced Calin. “Her grief blinded her, but she cast the circle quickly, fighting to save the man she loved. His wound was mortal and there was no answer for him but death. She knew but refused to accept, and turned to meet Alasdair.”
    She lifted her voice over the roar of the sea. It came stronger now, this story through her. “Then the walls of this place rang with fury, with magic loosed. She shielded her love and fought like a warrior gone wild. And the sky thundered, clouds dark and thick covered the full white moon and blotted out the stars. The sea thrashed like men pitched in battle and the ground trembled and heaved.
    “In the circle, weak and dying, Caelan reached for his sword. But such weapons are useless against witchcraft, light and dark, unless wielded with strength. In his heart he called for her, understanding now his betrayal and his own foolish pride. Her name was on his lips as he died. And when he died, her heart split in two halves and left her defenseless.”
    She sighed, closed her eyes briefly. “She was lost without him, you see. Alasdair’s power spread like vultures’ wings. He would have her then, willing or not. But with the last of her strength, she stumbled into the circle where her lover’s blood stained the ground. There a vow she made, and a spell she cast. There, while the walls rang and the torches burned, she swore her abiding love for Caelan. For a thousand years she would wait, she would bide. She sent the fire roaring through her home, for she would not let Alasdair have it. And the spell she cast was this.”
    She drew a deep breath now, kept her eyes on his. “A thousand years to the night, they would come back and face Alasdair as one. If their hearts were strong, they would defeat him in this place. But such spells have a price, and hers was to vow that if Caelan did not believe, did not stand with her that night as one, her power would wink out. And she would belong to Alasdair. Pledging this, she knelt beside her love, embraced him. And vanished them both.”
    He waited a moment, surprised that he’d found her story and the telling of it hypnotic. Studying her, he rocked back on his heels. “A pretty tale, Bryna.”
    “Do you still see it as such?” She shook her head, her eyes pleading. “Can you look at me, hear me, and remember nothing?”
    “You want me to believe I’m some sort of reincarnation of a Celtic warrior and you’re the reincarnation of a witch.” He let out a short laugh. “We’ve waited a millennium and now we’re going to do battle with the bad witch of the west? Come on, honey, do I look that gullible?”
    She closed her eyes. The telling of the tale, the reliving of it had tired her. She needed all her resources now. “He has to believe,” she murmured, pacing away from the wall. “There’s no time for subtle persuading.” She whirled back to face him. “You had a