Maeve was nervous—not for the ceremony, but for what would happen afterward. Tonight, she had to make her escape.
Lugh's Wavesweeper rested dutifully on the shore, an elegant wooden currach a boat that combined the sleekness of a Celtic canoe with the shape of a Viking longboat.
Its sides were adorned with intricate carvings of seals, while the stern featured a circular depiction of Yggdrasil. At the rear, a single paddle was affixed, designed for precise steering, though she now used it for steadying herself as she climbed into the boat.
She had watched Lugh maneuver it, steering with a unique paddle attached to the stern. And he had made it look easier than it was.
