Always Mine
by Sophia Johnson
ISBN: 0-8217-7884-6
Zebra Historical
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PROLOGUE
North Wales, 1072
Curious gazes and speculative whispers followed the man's lithesome progress. His cloak billowed like wings, so swift was he in ascending the steep path. All would later swear his feet never touched stone.
No one dared intrude on his solitude, though should anyone need him, he was always there. 'Twas the fact he had aided their grandfathers, e'en their great-grandfathers, that stopped them.
He ne'er aged.
The mystic stood atop the highest point of the cliffs overlooking the turbulent sea and waited for Cloud Dancer to descend. His gaze followed the great eagle's flight. Tilting his head, he listened to the shrill calls from the sky telling him what he had waited centuries to hear.
Brianna is coming.
He gloried in the approaching storm and laughed as the howling wind whipped the hair back from his face and lifted the brilliant-hued feathers on his cape. The mantle cracked and rose about his body. His arms reached heavenward, and he felt as though he were about to glide with the wind to the eagle above.
His eyes lit and his lips lifted in a smile of joy and anticipation. With but a whisper of sound, Cloud Dancer landed on his wrist. It was a testament to the man's strength that his arm did not drop from the eagle's weight. They needed no words, each understanding the other, as they looked to the northeast toward Scotland. The storm would reach there shortly. He had much to do before he could start his journey. Raising his arm, he sent the great eagle back to soar and dip amidst the roiling clouds.
"Damron's beloved will return at last," he whispered to the wind. "Ah, mo fear beog, my little one. Your soul is much wiser now, and his love will not frighten you. I won't be there to greet you, but he will. 'Tis time you meet again and accept your fates."
His hands rose to enfold the talisman that hung low on his chest. He lifted his face to the heavens and closed his eyes. One word left his lips. Caught by the wind, it roared as loudly as the crashing thunder.
"Come!"
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