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“We need to talk,” Bryce said, looking from his father to his brothers.”
“Go,” Mercy said, shooing them off. “I will tell Tara all about Bliss, and she will soon find her a friend.”
Reeve was pleased with the smile of delight that filled Tara’s face. He gave her a quick kiss before leaving, happy that she looked hopeful, and he intended on keeping hope alive for her.
The four men entered the solar and made themselves comfortable in the chairs, all except Bryce. He stood, leaning an arm on the mantel.
“If Bliss has a knowing of things that are and yet to come, then our plans could be in jeopardy,” Bryce said. “She could know the identity of the true king.”
Reeve didn’t want to lose Bliss before he even could ask her for help, but he also couldn’t see their mission jeopardized. They had worked too hard and long to see it threatened. “Bryce has a point, but her knowing may also help us.”
“That’s true,” Duncan said. “She may provide us with an advantage while she is here, and though I can’t say I know her well, I do believe she keeps what she knows to herself.”
“But does her visit here put her in danger once she leaves us?” Bryce asked.
“Those I have known with this knowing,” Carmag said, “always knew their path. I suggest we bide our time and see what Bliss has to offer us.”
“That could prove dangerous,” Bryce said.
“Or advantageous,” Carmag said. “Time will tell.”
“Perhaps she could at least tell us who stole the precious hide so important to the true king,” Reeve suggested.
“That’s a good point,” Duncan said. “It had been kept safe in the chest here in the solar for years with only the four of us and father familiar with its hiding spot.”
“We know none of us took it,” Bryce said. “So who, then, knew of it and took it.”
“Only to give it to Mercy’s mother, who burned it before her capture and death,” Duncan said. “And why would the person give it to Mercy’s mother, mistress of King Kenneth?”
Carmag nodded. “Perhaps Bliss can settle the mystery for us.”
Mercy was anxious to have Tara watch Bliss heal, so the two hurried up to Trey’s bedchamber to watch. Tara remained to the side with Mercy, her stomach all aflutter, nervous and eager to see if perhaps this woman would have the skill to free her so that she could finally ... freely love Reeve.
Tara kept her stare fixed on Bliss as she rubbed her hands repeatedly, then brought them to her mouth, holding them against her lips as if in prayer and then lowering them to rest at Trey’s brow.
After a few moments she shook her head slowly and moved her hands to rest on his chest.
After a few minutes, Trey’s eyes sprung open. “An angel. I am dead.” He closed his eyes again, and Tara saw Mara wipe away the tears at her eyes.
Bliss leaned down, her hands remaining on his chest, and whispered something to him that no one could hear. She then stood, removed her hands, and signaled Mara to follow her. Mercy and Tara went as well, leaving Willow alone in the room with Trey.
Once outside the door, Bliss spoke. “He does not fight to live.”
Mara choked back a sob. “I was afraid of that.”
Mercy slipped a supportive arm around Mara. “He lost the woman he loved.”
Bliss frowned, though she made no comment.
“Can you help him?” Mara asked.
“I’m not sure. His will is weak, but it is imperative he live. I will do the best I can.”
“That is all I ask,” Mara said.
Bliss placed her hand on Mara’s arm. “Go rest, you need it.”
“I’ll see that she does,” Mercy said, though Mara only left after gentle urgings and assurances from Bliss.
