Princess Catrin reined in her horse at the edge of the precipice overlooking the sea below to study the pattern of her raven's flight, seeking an omen. Her dream of the skull-faced moon, bleeding crimson, still plagued her. It was as if she had glimpsed both into her soul and into the future, yet she did not know how to interpret it.
The Raven, her animal guide, shot like an arrow into the thickening mist that partially obscured the sun. The sudden nip of a cool, salty breeze made her shiver. Longing for the disappearing sun's warmth, she nestled into her plaid cloak and focused on the bird's aerial acrobatics, first diving at the sheer cliff, then darting up. This close to the edge, one misstep of her horse could dash them both onto the jagged rocks below. Only her raven, a divine messenger, had the power to overcome such a fall and rise into the heavens to soar with the gods.
The Raven disappeared into the fog. Out of the haze, the red-striped sail of a flat-bottom ship suddenly appeared. Driven mainly by oars, it thrust to and fro in the turbulent water; it was unlike the deep-hulled vessels of seafaring merchants powered by air currents over their sails. At the bow of the ship was a strange looking beam shaped like a bird's beak.
Catrin's gaze followed the Raven's movement beyond the white cliffs, where more striped sails were emerging from the mist. She counted ten, but there might be more. A chill feathered up her spine.
Could these be warships?
From the distance, she could not determine the total number of ships or the country of their origin. She needed to see through her raven's eyes for that. But to do so, she had to be alone to meld her thoughts with the Raven. Uneasy that her sister, Mor, and their companion, Belinus, might disrupt her connecting to the Raven, she scanned a clump of brambles some distance down the grassy slope where she had left them. A few weeks back, the couple had met at the Beltane's spring festival and had since become intoxicated with each other.
Catrin was still rankled that Belinus had tricked her into weapons training. His real purpose had come to light the evening before, when he told her to wait on the hillside so he could finish practicing with Mor. A warm blush spread across Catrin's face as she imagined their legs entangled with each other. Did they think that she was deaf and blind and that she was too dimwitted to understand what they were doing? The king would not think kindly of it if one of his trusted warriors charged with training his daughters for battle was seducing one of them.
Now barely discerning the couple through the thick brush, she surmised they were again fully occupied with each other, leaving ample time for her to take the next step with her raven before they again joined her.
She dismounted and raised her sword, a signal for her raven to return. The large bird swooped toward her like a dark shadow. She lifted an arm on which the bird landed. Its midnight-black plumage contrasted sharply with her fair skin and gold braided hair. On the threshold of womanhood, she felt closer to this creature than to many of her own kind. Still, she hesitated connecting with the bird.
A few years back, she had told her father of her ability to see the present and future through the Raven's eyes. She desired to be a Druidess. He denied her request to be trained in the spiritual order, saying, "I have decreed that no one in my family can use the powers of the Ancient Druids."
When she asked why, he responded with a grim frown. "The magic is too unpredictable and often alters in deadly ways. Foresight is not a gift but a curse in our family."
The king's answer confounded Catrin, but she dared not defy him openly or get caught when she secretly practiced her new mystical ability that the Raven had shown her.
The Raven first sought me out, she reasoned in favor of using her newly discovered powers. I must heed the Raven's warning. If I am to assess the danger the ships pose, I need to study them up close.
She had to hurry, though. The fire between her sister and Belinus would soon cool.
Catrin lifted her arm and looked to the Raven, considering her decision. "What do I have to fear from you? I am a Cantiaci warrior."
The Raven cocked its head and gawked at her, as if ready to answer her question.
She asked, "Did the sun god send me an omen about the warships offshore?"
When the Raven mumbled some gibberish, she tapped its beak. "What does that mean?"
The Raven screeched, bobbing up and down. She smoothed its ruffled feathers. "Do you know why the ships are here?"
The Raven grew still on her arm. She winced, recalling the image of the blood moon in her dream. She asked, "Do they plan to attack?"
The Raven nodded excitedly, as if in response. Encouraged, she asked, "If I saw through your eyes, could I learn who they are and the reason
they are here.
The creature tilted its head sideways, the signal for her to enter its mind.
She hesitated. "What if Father learns that I've taken this next step? Will he punish me for disobeying him … for ignoring his warning?"
The Raven shrieked and arched its wings. She chuckled. "That is right. He did say to study the enemy before each encounter, but never hesitate in battle. That's what I'm doing—exactly what my father expects. I'm finding out if enemies are aboard the ships, but to do so, I must see through your eyes."
Catrin again hesitated. Once before, when she had melded and disconnected from her raven guide, she lost consciousness. It took awhile for her head to clear after that episode. If that happened again, it could spell disaster so close to the precipice.
She stepped away from the cliff's edge and stared into the Raven's eyes, which glowed like amber gems. The bird's talons emitted a bolt of electric heat into her arm. A light flashed in her mind, and the Raven's essence permeated her core being. She knew that she had entered the Raven's prescient mind.
The landscape appeared blurry until she adjusted to the Raven's eyesight. Brightly colored wildflowers dazzled her with purple hues that she was unable to detect with her human eyes. A thrill rushed through her veins as she sensed the bird's breast muscles contracting to flap its wings. When the Raven began its thrust into flight, she felt the misty air lift its outstretched wings.
When the Raven soared toward the channel, she could see her human form standing as motionless as a statue on the emerald hilltop clasped to the jagged precipice. The sheer chalk cliffs formed an impenetrable wall against the crashing waves. Beyond the cliffs, there was a sparsely vegetated shoreline toward which several ships were sailing and where other vessels were moored. Armored infantrymen were disembarking, wading to the shore, and marching across the beach. On higher ground, soldiers set up tents in a square encampment. One of the guards had a lion's head covering his helmet. In his hands was a pole with a silver eagle on top. She assumed it meant powerful animal spirits were guiding them.
A palatial tent in the center of the encampment caught her eye. Its outside walls were made of twined linen sheets, violet and red, brocaded with eagles. Surrounding the central structure were crimson banners, each emblazoned with the sun god in a horse-driven chariot. At the tent's flapped entrance were two foreign noblemen attired in purple-trim white togas. Another man, towering over the foreigners, wore a rustic toga and plaid breeches—garments that nobles from her kingdom typically dressed in. From the back, he looked familiar, his thick coppery hair draped over his shoulders like a lustrous wolf pelt.
To confirm her suspicions that she knew this tall, brawny man, Catrin directed the Raven to circle around, so she could get a closer look. When the man's ghostly, disfigured face came into view, her heart wrenched. She recognized her half-brother, Marrock.
Grotesque images of ravens pecking tissue out of his face flashed in her mind. For seven years, she had believed herself safe from him, but there he was—a specter arisen from the cold ashes of her nightmares.
Why has he returned with an army?
A sense of doom crawled all over her when Marrock's head tilted back, as though he knew her essence was flying overhead. His blue-green eyes began glowing and changed to the same amber-gem color as her raven whenever she harnessed its magical power. The Raven's muscles suddenly paralyzed, freezing its wings. A strong force pulled her through a crevasse in the Raven's mind and hurtled her into a tunnel of brilliant gold light.
She plummeted, tumbling out of control, toward a black portal in the center of a rainbow-colored arch.