“But you refused him.” Even as she said it, Kiara found the lie, and the sorrow grew. “I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t want your sorry.” Hands fisted tight at her sides, Shana whipped around.
And Kiara knew the signs. Her friend was caught in one of her rages, and little could be done until it burned itself out.
“What you’ll do is whisper in ears, you’re good at it and have many ears eager to listen. You’ll say how ugly she is inside her smiles and quiet manner. How she looks down her nose at the Fey and uses her powers to hide it.”
“Shana, I could not. These are terrible lies.”
“They are truth! They are my truth! You will say how she insulted me, and the taoiseach.” Pacing now, skirt swirling, Shana built the lies. “She wants to rule over the Fey, and will bewitch Keegan to get her way. And having her way, will offer Talamh to Odran. He is her blood.”
“Stop!” Appalled, and fearful with it, Kiara leaped up. “This is your anger talking, and you must stop. To say such things against another? Shana, this is wicked.”
Shana strode away to the window, stared out. Then her shoulders slumped, and she began to weep. “Not anger, hurt. Oh, I hurt so, Kiara. When I saw Keegan again, I understood I’d made such a terrible mistake. I only want to right it. And she said such hard things to me.”
“There now, there.” Moving to her, Shana held her, stroked her. “We’ll make it better, we will. I know it. A misunderstanding, that’s all it is. Keegan declared his love for you, and that won’t have changed, not a bit. His pride may be stung a bit, but you’ll fix that right enough. And you’ll be gentle with Loren when you tell him.”
“She’s in the way, don’t you see?” Shana lifted her tear-streaked face to Kiara’s. “Keegan thinks he needs her, for Talamh.”
“She is needed. And if you had hard words with her, we’ll fix that as well, won’t we? I’ll help you fix it. There’s a kindness in her, Shana.”
Shana jerked away. “I’ve seen the truth. If you are my friend, you will shun her, and tell others to do the same.”
Yes, she thought, she knew how to soothe Shana when her moods whipped so fast and hard, but this was different.
“I am your friend. You are a sister to me. But my parents have asked me to make both Breen and Marco welcome, to be a friend to them while they’re in the Capital. You can’t ask me to go against my parents’ wishes.”
“Do as you like then,” Shana said in a tone so cold it might have frosted the glass.
“Shana—”
“You’ve shown me who you are.” Shana stormed to the door. “I won’t forget it.” And slammed it behind her.
* * *
Minga came to escort Breen and Marco to the Judgment. Though she smiled, Breen felt hints of worry.
“Kiara’s needed with the children,” she began. “But Brigid would be happy to take our fine boy here to her if that’s all right.”
“Oh, sure. Thank you, Brigid. You go on with Brigid now, and you can play with the kids. I’ll call you when we’re all done.”
He went off happily as Minga led them in the other direction.
“It will be crowded, as this Judgment is very important, but there are seats for you. If at any time you wish to leave, this is permitted. Any may witness the Judgment, any may choose not to.” They walked to the main floor, where people crowded the entrance hall and voices buzzed. She continued on until they reached a wide archway with its doors opened.
More people crowded there, and inside a windowless room lit by torches and candles.
A huge room, Breen noted, with rows of benches almost like church pews. Portraits lined the walls, and with some shock she saw her father, her grandmother. Keegan.
“The taoisigh, all who have sat in the Chair of Justice, who have delivered the Judgment.”
Minga worked her way through the crowd of people to the second set of benches on the left. “The council and their families sit there,” she explained, and gestured to the right. “These first seats are for witnesses. You may be called to bear witness, as you watched the battle, and it was your vision that warned us of what was to come.”
“Oh.” Anxiety had her reaching over to grip Marco’s hand. “I didn’t realize.”
“Only speak truth if the taoiseach asks of you. You may refuse to speak. You may leave.” Minga set a hand on Breen’s shoulder. “I hope you won’t.”