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"How did he-"
"If you've forgotten his powers already, then we have bigger problems than if you'll go into the backroom now," the Landlord answered, chuckling away to himself.
Macey wouldn't admit to being happy. She didn't think she'd be happy if she was sat at a banquet table with all three of her men and a mountain of waffles with all the trimmings. After the adventure she'd been having, she deserved all the whipped cream, strawberries and chocolate sauce she could get her hands on.
"Who is Malan?" Amber whispered, but Macey just shook her head.
The conversation of exactly who, and what, the headless prophet was, would take far too long.
"Very well," Macey replied, ignoring the small squeak of protest from Luch. She had no say here either. Macey wasn't even sure why the mouse was still with them, or what her agenda was. While she wanted to believe she had decent motives, and she certainly did seem to be good friends with Amber, nothing was ever certain in this world.
For all Macey knew, Luch was just the Voice playing with them in a different form. Though something deep in her gut had her sure that wasn't the case. And if there was one thing she needed to trust more, it was her own instincts. Ignoring them seemed to constantly get her into trouble.
The landlord waved them towards a dim doorway to the side of the bar, and Macey sighed. She'd really been looking forward to having some downtime. And a pub quiz had sounded kind of perfect, even if she would struggle without someone who'd lived on earth longer than she had.
Pushing through the door, a dimly lit room was revealed. Almost like the kind she'd expect to find in a fantasy film. A heavy wooden table dominated the centre of the room, with uncomfortable looking chairs around the edge of it.
None of them were filled.
So much for someone wanting to see them.
"Welcome, kelpie, beithir, Luch," an
ethereal voice said.
Macey looked around frantically, trying to work out where it had come from. Oddly, she found nothing.
"Hi?" she called out into the room.
A shriek sounded from Amber, and Macey turned on her heels to see what the matter was. To her surprise, a woman's form was floating in front of her. Only, she wasn't completely a woman. She was translucent, much like Malan had been. Though at least this person had a body. It was far less disconcerting than chatting with a floating head.
"Hello, Macey," the woman replied.
"How do you know my name?" she asked, already filled with a little trepidation.
"Malan sent me. But I knew it anyway. You are part of a prophecy after all." The woman's voice echoed around the room, with a breathy quality that made it all the more otherworldly.
"Ah, yes. How is Malan?" she asked, trying to be polite. While the situation might be unorthodox, she refused to forget her manners.
"Bodiless, as always." The spirit laughed, and Macey really didn't know how to take that. She wasn't used to dead people being so amusing.
"Do you have a name?" Macey walked further into a room and sat herself on one of the uncomfortable looking chairs. They had high backs at least, and she slumped into it, enjoying the rest for the first time since before being captured by the Voice.
It took Luch and Amber another moment, but they soon followed, taking seats either side of her, and leaving the other side for the spirit woman.
"Of course. How rude of me. I'm Fedelm."
"And you're human?" Amber asked, not taking her eyes off the woman.
"No, I'm dead."
"Sorry, were you a human?" Amber rephrased.
The beithir didn't seem in the least bit concerned that they were talking to a ghost. Macey made a note to ask her about that later. There must be something more to the acceptance than just an open mind.
"Of a kind. I believe there's some sìth blood in my family line. But I was born human. I'm more known for my predictions for Queen Medb."
"It's a long way from Ireland," Luch said, studying her nails with an amused glint in her eye.
