Two Ravens and One Crow (Novella) Read Online Free

you as I have taken all the others. I understand that I am not given friendship because I give none. It is truth, and I must face it here in my dugout.«
    I had no ready reply. Perhaps the single tear trailing down her face stunned me to silence. Perhaps there is nothing one can add to the truth if it is properly told.
    The Morrigan sniffled once and wiped the tear from her cheek. »I would not share my emotions were we not bound with Gaia in a room of harmony. You see? I cannot give my trust or anything of myself without the aid of magic. All I do is take.«
    »Well, I think you should take me out to a ball game or five after this. I will admire the grace under pressure and you can get off on the despair in the dugout. Great fun for the both of us. I’ll spring for the Cracker Jacks and maybe buy you a jersey. What do you say?«
    »You want to simply … spend time with me?«
    »Yeah. It’s what friends do. How does it sound?«
    The Morrigan smiled and her eyes glistened. »It sounds like a gift. I would be grateful.«
    * * ** * * »We are going to Norway now,« the Morrigan announced as soon as we left the room of harmony, abundance, and fertility and stood in the hallway of bone. Her tone immediately returned to the cold, businesslike rasp I was used to, and I was on my guard again.
    »Why?«
    »For an exquisite meal. And a rendezvous with certain gods who very politely requested a word with you.«
    »Which gods?«
    »They wish to introduce themselves.«
    »They’re not Norse gods, are they?«
    »They are.«
    »I can’t see them!«
    »You must. I have given my word.«
    »That’s not my problem.«
    Her eyes locked on mine and glowed red. »Oh, I rather think it is, Siodhachan.«
    After our heart-to-heart talk in the binding room, this severe return to her old, implacable self was a bit jarring. »Could we maybe go back into the room of harmony and discuss this?«
    »No.«
    »Morrigan, I’m supposed to be dead, remember? If the Norse find out I’m alive, they’ll just want to kill me all over again.«
    »Some of them are already well aware of the deception.«
    »That’s the same as all of them.«
    »No, it is not. Come. You will be safe.«
    This statement, meant to put me at my ease, utterly failed to reassure me. I remembered that the Morrigan’s definition of safe varied widely from mine. Hers included excruciating pain and severe injury just short of death. Mine included beer and a recliner chair. The fact that she felt it necessary to repair my healing capability before we made this trip suggested very strongly that she knew it would be dangerous.
    Hand in hand, we used one of the yew trees in her fen to shift from Ireland to Tír na nÓg and from there to an evergreen stretch north of Oslo. We took our bird forms and flew into the city until we banked down a narrow alley, where the Morrigan shifted to her human form as the last rays of sunlight moved off to the west and left us in darkness. I shifted as well and felt doubly naked without a sword over my shoulder in enemy territory. No one witnessed our metamorphosis, nor did anyone spy our public nudity. The Morrigan unbound a locked access door, and we stepped into the back room of what looked like a tailor’s shop.
    »Padraig,« she called. »We are here.«
    I cast a questioning glance her way. That wasn’t a Norwegian name.
    »There are plenty of people outside Ireland who pay me respect, Siodhachan,« she said. »Don’t look so surprised.«
    »Of course,« I said.
    A short lad with a florid complexion bounded through a black curtain that presumably led to the front of the shop. His eyes grew wide when he saw us and he started to bow to her, but the Morrigan stopped him.
    »Never mind that,« she said. »We don’t have time. Just fetch our clothes.«
    »Right away!« he blurted, joy writ large on his features, and he fled back through the curtain.
    »How cute,« I said. »You have a fanboy.«
    »Minion.«
    »A matter of nuance. Why not simply cloak