Back Seer of Sevenwaters
Chapters (19)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. ~Sibeal~
  6. ~Felix~
  7. ~Felix~
  8. ~Felix~
  9. ~Sibeal~
  10. ~Felix~
  11. ~Sibeal~
  12. ~Sibeal~
  13. ~Sibeal~
  14. ~Felix~
  15. ~Felix~
  16. ~Sibeal~
  17. ~Sibeal~
  18. ~Sibeal~
  19. ~Sibeal~

There was something deeply wrong in saving a man’s life only to see him perish soon after. How could I let that happen? For a little, I listened to the low voices of Gull and Evan as they went about their work, calm and methodical. Then I said, “Muirrin, I may not be a healer, but I am a druid, or will be as soon as I get back to Sevenwaters and make my pledge. If this man is dying, what I have to offer may be what he needs most.”

There was a lengthy pause. Muirrin moved to sit down on the bench by the fire, and I saw that there were tears in her eyes. My calm, competent sister, the one who always coped with everything. “I’m sorry, Sibeal,” she said, scrubbing a hand across her cheek. “You scared us. We hadn’t realized you weren’t somewhere here in the settlement, and when Cathal suddenly jumped up and said you were out there in the dark . . . You did a very brave thing. I can’t understand how you can be so calm and collected about it.”

“It didn’t feel dangerous at the time,” I said. “As for the man, I thought I could sit by him sometimes and say a prayer or tell a story, to remind him he’s among friends. I think Clodagh would take a turn, too. We won’t get in your way.”

“Of course,” Muirrin said. “Tonight, if you like. Sibeal, we won’t let him die if we can possibly prevent it. Evan and I will tend to him during the day. Gull’s offered to take the night watch for as long as it’s needed—there’s a pallet in the corner there that we use sometimes.”

“Won’t Biddy object?”

Muirrin smiled. “Biddy will probably appreciate a few nights’ unbroken sleep.”

“Oh?” I queried, perplexed.

“Gull gets up three or four times every night to go to the privy,” Muirrin said. “He can’t hold his water; it’s a common enough problem for older men. It’s a standing joke among the fellows here, but not so amusing for him. You may as well know, since you’ll probably hear him coming in and out when he’s sleeping here.”

“It won’t bother me,” I said. The privy was out the back door, beyond a particularly lush bed of medicinal herbs. “If I wake, I’ll soon fall asleep again.”