Epilogue:

"I'm surprised you still like to come here, Ailene," Isobel said, "I would think it held a lot of bad memories for you."

Ailene looked around the glade where she often came to gather medicinal plants and herbs. She and Teárlag were nursing their babies. Isobel's little boy was starting to crawl and every so often, she'd have to gather him up before he got into trouble, smother his face in kisses, then set him down further from the trouble. Many women were practicing their sword work nearby, including Meghan, and Isobel or Ailene would make some comment, good or bad, on what someone had done. She glanced down...