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Hoyt heard a sound, pivoted as Larkin did. Glenna walked toward them, a stake in one hand, a knife in the other. Rain beaded her hair like tiny jewels.
“You’re to stay in the house. There could be more of them.”
“If there are, there are three of us now.” She jerked her head toward the house. “Five as Moira and King have us covered.”
Hoyt looked over. Moira was in the near window, her arrow notched, her bow pointed downward. In the doorway to the left, King stood with a broadsword.
“That ought to do it.” Larkin sent his cousin a cheeky grin. “Mind you don’t shoot one of us in the arse.”
“Only if I’m aiming for it,” she called back.
Beside Hoyt, Glenna studied the ground. “Was it here? The garden?”
“It was. Will be.”
Something was wrong, she thought, very wrong, to have put that hard look on his face. “I have a rejuvenation spell. I’ve had good luck with it, healing plants.”
“I won’t need it for this.” He stabbed his sword in the ground to free his hands.
He could see it, just as it had been, and honed that image clear into his mind as he stretched out his arms, spread his hands. This, he knew, would come from his heart as much as from his art. This was tribute to the one who had given him life.
And because of it, would be painful.
“Seed to leaf, leaf to flower. Soil and sun and rain. Remember.”
His eyes changed, and his face looked carved from stone. Larkin started to speak, but Glenna tapped a finger to her lips to stop him. There should be no voice, no words now, she knew, but Hoyt’s. Power was already thickening the air.
She couldn’t help with the visualization as Hoyt hadn’t described the garden to her. But she could focus on scent. Rosemary, lavender, sage.
He repeated the incantation three times, his eyes darkening further, his voice rising with each repetition. Beneath their feet, the ground shuddered lightly.
The wind began to lift, then swirl, then blow.
“Rise up! Return. Grow and bloom. Gift from the earth, from the gods. For the earth, for the gods. Airmed, oh ancient one, release your bounty. Airmed, of the Tuatha de Danaan, feed this earth. As once this was, let it return.”
His face was pale as marble, his eyes dark as onyx. And the power flowed out of him onto, into, the trembling ground.
It opened.
Glenna heard Larkin suck in his breath, heard her own heartbeat rise up to drum in her ears. The plants rose up, leaves unfurling, blooms bursting. The thrill spun into her, released itself of a laugh of pure delight.
Silvery sage, glossy needles of rosemary, tumbling carpets of thyme and camomile, bay and rue, delicate spears of lavender, and more spread out of the ground and into the misting rain.
The garden formed a Celtic knot, she saw, with narrow loops and pathways to make harvesting easier.
As the wind died, as the earth stilled, Larkin blew out a long breath. “Well, that’s some damn fine farming.”
She laid a hand on Larkin’s shoulder. “It’s lovely, Hoyt. Some of the prettiest magic I’ve ever seen. Blessed be.”
He pulled his sword out of the ground. The heart that had opened to make the magic was sore as a bruise. “Take what you need, but be quick. We’ve been out long enough.”
She used her bolline, and worked with efficiency, though she wished she could linger, just enjoy the work.
The scents surrounded her. And what she harvested, she knew, would be only more powerful for the manner of their becoming.
The man who’d touched her in the night, who’d held her in the morning, had more power than any she’d ever know. Any she’d ever imagined.
“This is something I miss in the city,” she commented. “I do a lot of windowsill pots, but it’s just not the same as real gardening.”
