Chapter Thirteen
Spring 522
A year passed without a whisper of my role in the ongoing clashes between the people and lords who supported me, and the Votad and Votadess. Thanks to Sobian’s network of spies, I had an easy way to funnel money, food, and weapons to those fighting for my cause—all without a single link to my name. The only person who knew I was the source was Sobian, and I was confident she would tell no one.
While I was acting as ghost benefactor, Sobian was playing her part as Eithne, daughter of Morcant. She had done such a good job slithering her way into Rohan’s affections that she was now living with him in Dùn Breatann. He expected to marry her at Lughnasa, so we had only a few months to conclude her role and send Eithne back to the Picts.
I invited the two to stay
