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to visit with you.”
    “I do not think you should see him. He is a god and you are a mortal woman. If it was for naught but Samhain fun I would see nothing wrong with it. But I can see in your eyes that you feel something deeper for him. He will only break your heart.”
    “I cannot say how I feel about him, Mam . I have just met him this eve. But please, I came here to celebrate Samhain with you not speak of Gwydion. I brought food from the feast so we may drink and sup together.”
    In the blackness of the deep night, a purple light burst in front of the druidess and the ghost. Gwydion appeared in the colorful magical flash, garbed in his gold-speckled robe and blue tunic. Long, blonde curls framed his smooth, chiseled face and streamed down his broad back.
    “You must be Seren’s mother. I am honored to meet you.” He shifted his gaze back to Seren. “Introduce me, druidess.”
    “Mother, this is Gwydion, god of magic and wisdom.”
    “The honor is mine, god of art and knowledge.” Carys bowed.
    “God Gwydion, my mother Carys ferch Delfrig ferch Gruffudd of the Ordovices.”
    “It pleases me to meet you.” He smiled at her and then leaned toward Seren. “I have come to partake of your goodies.”
    “What say you?” Seren asked.
    “Oh my.” Carys giggled.
    Seren shook her head. “I am sharing the Samhain feast with my mother. I hardly think this is the time to discuss my goodies.”
    “Is it that there are not enough? For I can take the goodies you have and multiply them to ten times as many.”
    “Can you really?” Carys’ ghostly image glowed brighter.
    “No. I will not need an increase in my goodies.” Seren quipped in fun. “My thanks.”
    “Is it not the way of the Ordovices to offer hospitably? Do you really mean to not share your Samhain feast with me, not even as an offering to your god?”
    “Oh, you are speaking of the Samhain fare? Those goodies.” Seren suppressed a laugh. “Yes, we have plenty, you don’t need to make more of them with your magic.”
    She reached into the wicker basket and grabbed three shiny apples. After handing one to her mother and one to Gwydion, she brought the other to her lips and dug her teeth into the juicy fruit with a crisp, crunchy sound.
    He opened his mouth wide for the ripe fruit and bit down. Their gazes locked on each other, until Gwydion had finished the apple. He tossed the core down to the ground.
    Seren finished her apple as well and grabbed an oatcake from the basket. She munched on the flat, round treat.
    “That looks sweet,” Gwydion said to her.
    “It is.” Seren stuck her finger in her mouth and licked off the last crumb.
    “Oh my.” Carys giggled as she stood up. “I do have to go.”
    “Mother, we have more fare. Samhain has just begun.”
    “I must leave, I am busy reflecting on my life so I can prepare for rebirth. I still have a lot of years to reminisce about. Spending this time with you, dearest, has reminded me how much I love this world. I must hasten back to the otherworld and continue the preparation for my next life.” She turned her head toward Gwydion. “Take care with my daughter’s heart. She is a special woman and deserves to be cherished. She is not a God’s plaything.”
    “In truth she is a woman above all others and I would never hurt her. You have my word.”
    “I told you not to worry about me.” Seren reached out to the glowing image of her mother and hugged the air. “I shall miss you.” The warmth of her mam’s spirit vibrated through her, filling her with love.
    “I like him,” Carys whispered to Seren. “But do not forget he is a god.”
    “I also like him and I shall never forget who he is.” She stepped out of her mother’s embrace. “Farewell. ” Seren watched the ghost grow more transparent, fading bit by bit until she had vanished.
    She turned to Gwydion. “Thank you for getting Arianrhod to bring her to me.”
    “No, she came here on her own.”
    “I am so glad she did, but I