Deglan swept the men and pointed at the buckle. “Iron. The bane of my kind…and nothing but a new plaything to this girl. She is no changeling. There is no cause to distrust her. No hidden evil. She is a human child, born with no special gifts save the innocent ability to inspire feelings of protection and love to any who look upon her. You mortals are frail, and in your children that frailty is beautiful. This one…her parents were butchered by Red Caps. I found her and cared for her, but that is my way. I am a healer, and I swore to care for all life, mortal and immortal. If you can discount that because I am Fae, so be it. But you stand here, guarding the fanatics that tried to kill this little one, and the man who leads you? He allowed it to happen. You may believe you are saving your own daughters by being here. You are not. Acwellen’s treachery bought your children some time, but it robbed this girl of everything.”

“Enough of your bewitching words!” Acwellen screamed, turning to the assembled men. “Kill them now! Before he can further enchant you!”

No one moved.

Acwellen stood, red-faced and breathing hard, daring the men to defy him. They did. The big man smiled, regaining his composure. “Very well. If you choose to believe this gnome! But I will not be condemned on his word alone. If you no longer want my leadership, I will go. And you can figure how best to survive what Kederic brought down on our heads.” He motioned to his own men. “We ride.”

Acwellen turned and found Sweat and Panic blocking his path.

“I think,” Deglan said backing away with Blink in tow, “Madigan has unfinished business with you lot. He does not take kindly to being sent after the wrong prey.”

The warriors backed away, widening the space and leaving Acwellen and his loyal henchmen alone. Aglaeca wasted no time and drew his sword. Big Cunny’s dim witted face searched for answers, and Fat Donall began laughing, pulling a dirk from his belt. Acwellen turned slowly, trying to keep both Madigan and the dogs in sight.