Page 134 of Broken Veil
Duncan grabbed a red marker. “She’s raised mounds on Glastonbury Tor.” He put a large red dot on the map. “Around Stonehenge. And Avebury.”
“What’s in Avebury?” Laura asked. “I forgot about that one.”
“In the Shadowlands, there is a large fae fort there,” Naida said. “It’s been empty for many years, but it was once the home of a powerful queen.”
“I think in our world, there are three stone circles,” Duncan said. “National heritage marker on the map.”
Naida said, “So it’s a place of great power in both our worlds.”
“Apparently yes.”
“Okay, so in each world, these points represent old power.” Lachlan took the edge of a large book and drew a line between each one. “What is in the middle of this area? What of note?”
Duncan walked over and looked at the map. “Some nice woods around there, but nothing that I can remember.”
“What is the white horse?” Godrik asked. “That is marked on the map. What is that?”
Duncan shook his head. “I think it was put near an ancient burial spot nearby, but it was made later. It’s not very old.”
“But the barrow is,” Godrik said.
“There are barrows and earthen mounds all over Salisbury Plain,” Duncan said. “It’s impossible to say if the Morrígan is going to use one for… I have no idea. Naked maypole dancing? God knows.”
“The plain is also a place of Epona’s power,” Naida said. “The horse goddess is worshipped on the plain. Even today there are probably followers of her cult. The Morrígan would avoid it, don’t you think?”
“Or that may be part of the attraction,” Laura said. “Wouldn’t that be like a little extra eff you from the Morrígan? This is what you get for keeping me locked in the Shadowlands for so long?”
None of this felt right. None of this made sense.
A third barrow had risen on Saris Plain, so clearly there was a reason, but the Morrígan had her sights set higher than a few stone circles in Southern England.
Carys walked over to Duncan. “Can you look at the social media feed for Macha?”
Duncan nodded. “That account you sent me?”
“Yes.”
He quickly pulled up Macha’s feed while Lachlan, Godrik, Naida, and Cadell argued in the background.
“There.” Carys spotted Macha’s distinctive red hair from over Duncan’s shoulder. “There she is.”
When Duncan had searched for Macha, a flood of images poured over his small phone screen.
Macha in fields.
Macha in trees.
Macha half-naked and riding a horse.
Ironic or a statement?
There was a video posted just a couple of hours ago that showed a topless Macha from the back, walking up a hill as the sun set. As she reached the apex of the hill, she turned, covered her breasts, and coyly curled her fingers in a come-along gesture.
“That one.” Carys pointed at it. “Look at the comments on that one.”
When Duncan clicked on the post, there was no location listed for the video, but there was comment after comment that all said roughly the same thing.
I’m there. ??????
