“Nothing.”
“Are you sure?” His eyebrows furrowed.
“Yes.”
“Why are we in this room?” He glanced around.
“It was more quiet, and I thought we would have more privacy. We have some warriors from other clans staying here.”
Tynan’s face paled, he attempted to get up, but immediately dropped down to the pillow.
“What are you doing? The healer said that you have to rest.”
“I have to?—”
“No!” I pushed him back on the bed. “There’s nothing for you to do. The cooks made dinner for everyone and Sage is distributing wine.” To hide my tension, I got out of bed. “All of them are having their best time. There’s no need for you to get up. Take some rest, regain your strength.”
“Is that true?”
“Of course,” I lied, pulling the blanket over his chest.
Tynan nodded and his head relaxed on the pillow, even the small effort of talking seemed to drain his energy. After forcing him to eat some meat broth and bread, I watched him as he lay back looking exhausted.
I bit my lip. How much longer could I keep deceiving him? Another light knock broke the silence, and I carefully stepped on the plush carpet.
“May?”
“It’s me, milady,” the soft voice answered from the corridor.
“Is something wrong?”
“Sage wants to see you.”
“At this hour?”
“He said it was urgent.”
I glanced back toward the bed. Tynan was asleep. I picked up my shawl and opened the door.
As we walked through the halls, I could hear more voices. Shouts, and loud bursts of laughter. The absence of authority had to end soon, or the people of Darragh could fall victims to so many male warriors confined in one place.
“Is everything peaceful between the clans?” I asked May.
“For the most part. But there is some frustration that milord has not met with the clan elders.”
I pressed my lips together. They knew very well why he was unable to. They wanted to provoke another conflict and challenge Tynan, but I was not going to let that happen.
At last, we approached Hanoch’s study and I walked into the dimly lit room filled with books and maps spread out on the massive wooden table. Just like the day before, Sage was neatly groomed and dressed in what I assumed was a head seer’s robe. He looked much more polished than I had ever seen him before.
“Milady.” He bowed.
“Sage,” I returned his greeting.
“How is the health of our lord?”
“He’s getting better.”
“But not good enough to meet me in person?”
