"Your Cynric the Roman-hater has exactly as much Roman blood as that boy your father refused to let you marry,” said Caillean, laughing. But Eilan hugged her arms and stared into the fire.
"Don’t you believe me?” asked the priestess. "It is all too true. Well, perhaps the Romans feel some guilt for what was done, but your grandfather is as wily a political animal as any Roman senator, and he bargained with Cerealis, who was Governor before Frontinus. At any rate the Forest House was built at Vernemeton to shelter women and priestesses from the whole of Britain. And at last Lhiannon became High Priestess and a place was made for me among them, mostly because they did not know what else to do with me. I have attended Lhiannon since I was a little child, but I am not to succeed her. That has been made clear to me.”
"Why not?”
"At first I thought it was the will of the Goddess…because of what I told you. But now I believe that it is because the priests cannot trust me to obey. I love Lhiannon, but I see her clearly, and I know that she will bend with the wind. Perhaps the only time she ever defied the Council was when she insisted on keeping me. But I see through their plots and speak my mind, though not,” she shook her head ruefully, "as I have spoken to you!”
Eilan returned her smile. "That must be true, for I cannot imagine saying even half the things I have heard this night in my father’s hall.”
"They would not dare let me speak with the voice of the Goddess—they would always be wondering what I was going to say!” Caillean found herself laughing again. "They will want someone more loyal. I thought for a time it was to be Dieda; but I overheard a bit of what Ardanos said when she was chosen. I believe that they had planned it should be you.”
"You said something like this before, but I think my father means to arrange a marriage for me.”
"Truly?” Caillean raised one eyebrow. "Well, perhaps I am wrong. I knew only that the son of the Prefect of the camp at Deva had asked for you.”
"My father was so angry…” Eilan blushed, remembering the things he had said to her. "He said he would have Senara married off before she could cause him any trouble. I thought he meant the same for me. But he said nothing of sending me to Vernemeton. If I cannot be with Gaius,” she added dully, "I do not suppose it matters what I do.”
Caillean looked at her thoughtfully. "I have never been tempted to marry; I have been pledged to the Goddess for so long. Perhaps because of what happened to me when I was a child I never felt I wished to belong to any man. I suppose if I had been unhappy in the temple, Lhiannon would have tried to find a way to give me in marriage; she has always wanted to make me happy. I do love her,” she added. "She has been more to me than a mother.”
She hesitated. "It galls me to think of giving way to Ardanos’s plans, but the Goddess may have had a hand in this as well. Would you like to come with me to Vernemeton when I return?”
"I believe that I would,” Eilan replied, and a flicker of interest leaped in those odd, changeable eyes that sometimes looked dark hazel, and sometimes grey replacing the pain. "I cannot think anything else would please me so well. I never really believed they would let me and Gaius be together. Long ago, before I met Gaius, I used to dream of being a priestess. This way, at least, I will have an honorable life and interesting things to learn.”
"I think that could be arranged,” Caillean said dryly. "No doubt Bendeigid will be delighted, and Ardanos as well. But Lhiannon is the one who must agree to it. Shall I speak to her?”
Eilan nodded, and this time it was the older woman who took her hand. At the touch of the girl’s smooth skin Caillean felt the familiar dizziness of shifting vision, and saw Eilan grown older and even more beautiful, swathed in the Oracle’s veils. "Sisters, and more than sisters…” Like an echo she heard the words.
"Don’t be afraid, child. I think it may be…” she paused and finally said, "fated that you come among us.” Her heart lifted suddenly. "And I need hardly say that I would welcome you there.” She sighed as the vision left her, and heard, like an echo, a lark outside, giving greeting to the dawn. "Dawn is breaking.” With an effort, Caillean made stiff muscles obey her and stumbled towards the door. "We have been talking all the night. I have not done that since I was younger than you.” She opened the door, letting the rising sun flood into the room. "Well, at least the rain has stopped; we had better go and see if the byre survived the night—at least those wretches could hardly burn it in this rain—and if they have left us any cows, and anyone to milk them.”