“Only that I hope he is well, and I send him my love.”
Sid shook her head.
I climbed on my horse and settled in.
Epona reached out and took my hand. “There are too many words, and I cannot find the right ones.”
“I will see you again,” I told her.
She nodded softly then let me go.
I looked back toward the smithy once more. There was no sign of Crearwy or Aridmis. Feeling miserable and completely unsure what to do, I tapped my horse’s reins and rode out of the coven, hoping that Sid was right.
One day, I hoped Crearwy would understand and forgive me.