The
earth was soaked scarlet. Huts, temples, even the forest was set
aflame. Goddess Andraste saved me and sent me to you, Boudica,
to bid you to continue the fight for freedom, to not waver and
to keep moving."
Sulwen
felt a little shaky inside with all eyes on her. She sat down,
holding the small goatskin bodhran in her lap.
Boudica
stood. The gold torc around her graceful neck gleamed in the firelight.
The Iceni queen raised her hands in the air, drawing the attention
of all who gathered around the fire. "Men and women of the Celt,
we burned Verulamium for the Iceni, we put fire to Camulodunum
for the Trinovantes, and on the morrow, when we set Londinium
ablaze, we shall do so for the druids of Ynys Mon."
Boudica
shook her arms high as the warriors around her roared, "Hurrah!"
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Rhys
couldn't stop gazing at her blazing green eyes and beckoning lips,
lush and moist. She was a hot summer sun bearing down on him,
though it was a cool spring eve. His heart beat to the tempo of
a galloping horse. His arousal tightened and grew erect. He throbbed.
If he could not have her now, he would have to change into his
stag form and rut with some doe in the woods.
Sulwen
turned, standing face to face with him. Her eyes were green sparks,
cinders which flew at him, feeding the fire within. Their gazes
latched together.
His
throat tightened. Rhys rasped, "Come with me."
Sulwen
set the goatskin drum down and placed her small hand in his. He
laced his fingers through her delicate ones. Her skin was so soft,
so warm.
No
woman could compare to Sulwen. The moment he had taken her on
Holly head, he knew they had mated for life. He felt a sharp pain
as he thought of leaving her. How could he even tell her? Nay,
he could not. Tears would fall from her eyes and he could not
watch that. He would tell her sometime, but not now. This eve
he would put the gods aside. Tonight was for Sulwen and him alone.
His
body soaked up magnetic energy as he led her away from the campfire
and into the field where they were alone. How he burned. How he
wanted to fling her to the ground and take her there.
But
he restrained himself, and tenderly traced the line of her cheekbone
with his fingers as he gazed into those soulful eyes. "I have
seen your image everywhere, in the blue, bubbling creek, in the
white clouds of the heavens. I've heard you call out to me on
the wind, and in the chirping of wrens. I knew you were coming.
Yet I can hardly believe you are here. I bless the gods that they
kept you safe."