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awkward.”
    â€œNo kidding. I mean, we practically gag whenever Mom and Dad get all smoochy in front of us. It’s got to be worse when it’s… you know.” Rafe pointed at the adult end of the table.
    â€œReally, guys? You can’t handle a little romance?” Savannah said with a superior tone. “So what if Mr. Lir and another Knight like each other as more than friends? They’re entitled, you know.”
    â€œBut…but…” Finn sputtered like their truck starting up on a cold winter morning. “It’s
Gideon
! He’s not supposed to…to…”
    â€œTo what? Be happy? Have a friend?” Savannah pressed him. “Find love after all these years?” She sighed. “I think it’s romantic.”
    â€œI think it’s weird,” Rafe said.
    I don’t know what I think
, Finn mused.
    The Journal of Finnegan MacCullen: Tuesday, October 15
    I really thought I would have more time. I mean, it’s only been three weeks since the Festival. I guess the
Scáthach’s
on a tight schedule, screwing up people’s lives, that sort of thing.
    Talk about a tight schedule? Yeah, here’s mine:
    1. I have to figure out how to command the elements, starting with fire. In nine days. No pressure there.
    2. I have to keep Rafe and Savannah and their parents alive in the meantime.
    3. I have to learn how to avoid Tara Butler.
    4. I have to work with Iona of the Hills.
    With a sigh, Finn closed his journal and tossed it on the coffee table. He slumped deeper into the worn, leather sofa, propped his feet on the table, and let his head drop back. He watched the firelight as it flickered along the ceiling; the scent of burning wood blessed the room as it popped and crackled away with a joyful sound. Rolling his head, he gazed at the flames.
I wonder what it would feel like to control fire
.
    In a nearby chair, Gideon peered over the top of the book he had been reading. “Now, that is a surprise.”
    â€œWhat is?”
    The Knight nodded toward the journal on the table. “I thoughtI would be nagging you day after day to write in that. Yet you seem to enjoy the task.”
    I do, but how’d he know that
? “It’s okay.” He shifted on the sofa, uncomfortable with the admission. “Kind of fun to record all the craziness we go through. I mean, when there’s nothing else to do.”
    â€œWell, perhaps, one day, you would want to write your own tale.”
    Finn blinked. “You mean like a
book
?”
Me? Write a book?
    â€œCertainly. You mentioned to me just recently you wondered what you were good at, besides hunting. Not that you’re that fine a hunter, mind you.” A corner of Gideon’s mouth twitched. “Perhaps your gift is of a literary nature. You would be following in the footsteps of many an Irish novelist and poet and playwright. Storytelling in our blood, you might say.”
    â€œWarrior bards?”
    â€œThat’s right.”
    Hmm. I wonder what I would write about
? Not sure what to say, Finn simply nodded. Something that had been bothering him all day rose to the surface. “Hey, Gideon?”
    â€œAye, lad?”
    â€œThe
Scáthach
. She’s a goddess, right? So, she can do anything she wants?”
    â€œAh.” Gideon laid his book on his lap. “You are wondering if she is omnipotent. That means all powerful.” He shook his head. “The
Scáthach
, while a formidable goddess, is a goddess of
this
world and is mostly bound to the laws of this world. Mostly.”
    â€œLike we are? I mean, we can do stuff humans can’t, because of the Song and the warp spasm, but there’s a lot of things we can’t do, right?”
    â€œAye, that’s right. There are limits and constraints on her abilities. For example, while she can move swiftly in her chariot of clouds, it does take her time to move from place to place. And, while her spear and