Liam waited for them in the front hall, along with Baron Donovan; his wife, Gwenn; and Gwynith, a western Lady of the Moon. They went out to the open carriage that was big enough for all of them since Liam was driving and invited Aiden to join him on the driver’s seat.

“Selena, Rhyann, and Ashk have already gone to the place Breanna and Keely chose,” Liam said quietly after flicking the reins over his team’s back to signal them to move on. “My mother has gone to the Old Place to drop off some dishes for the supper afterward. We’ve still got a few hours left before full dark, but I doubt anyone will want to linger after paying their respects.”

“Where is the place where Nuala will be laid to rest?” Aiden asked.

“Near the brook. There’s a place that has a ‘sitting stone’ and a curve of rose bushes close by that Nuala had planted years ago. She liked to sit there and listen to the water.” Liam sighed. “We would have given Nuala back to the Great Mother wherever Breanna chose, but I know Ashk is relieved that it’s open ground, and, frankly, so am I.”

Aiden nodded. “No chance of nighthunters attacking before they can be seen.”

“Yes.”

They made the rest of the trip in silence until they crossed the bridge over Willow’s Brook and saw all the conveyances lined up beside the road.

“I didn’t expect so many humans to come here,” Aiden said.

“My father made certain I remained ignorant of the witches who lived here,” Liam replied with a trace of bitterness. “But I’ve learned since that my ignorance wasn’t common. Nuala was a fine woman. She was respected by her neighbors, which is more than I can say about my father.” He secured the reins and got down, then nodded to the boy who came forward to lead the carriage away as soon as the others had stepped down.

Taking Lyrra’s hand, Aiden followed Liam to the spot where the mourners gathered. People stepped aside to let them through, and Aiden wondered if there had ever been a time before this when barons had stood side by side with farmers and Fae Lords, oblivious of the differences that separated them in the day-to-day world.

Nuala lay on the grass, dressed in a blue gown. No coffin, no shroud. Nothing between her and the earth.

For a long moment, Aiden stared at the gold pentagram around her neck, then glanced around. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember seeing Breanna or Nuala or any of the other witches wearing the pentagram openly. Even Selena hadn’t worn hers openly. But the witches were wearing them now, and as he looked around, he felt a jolt when he saw men—strangers to him—wearing that symbol over shirts or tunics.