Ciaran came awake several hours later when Niamh, Deagan, and Odran came crashing into the grove. The sky was still dark, but the fire had been re-lit, and another bed roll had been laid out on the other side of the camp. Brenna was nowhere to be seen.
“She’s gone scouting,” Niamh said. “So...Brighid’s son. Are you ready for your grand destiny?”
“I don’t have a destiny,” Ciaran said, feeling mulish. “I’m just a peat-cutter’s son.”
“Your fire drove away the Hammer of Thor,” Odran said, “but they will be back, and they still want this land.”
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