Albion: The Enchanted Stallion Page #3

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It is.

How do you know where we're going?

Dag Dia knows the way to the Abbess,

and the torch will show us

the rest from there.

The Abbess.

Is she good?

I don't know.

Never met her.

But she was a great friend to the Danaan

in the early years after the fall.

Some believe she's dead.

Dag Dia doesn't, though.

Can others understand him, too?

It's following us.

I know, I know!

We're going!

No, not the hair!

Not the hair!

What are you doing here?

I'm rescuing you.

What does it look like?

I don't need rescuing.

Go home, Lir.

You two know each other?

Uh...

Lir's family are the protectors

of the Scepter of Truth.

Such close proximity for so long

has made Lir unable to lie,

which mixed with a staggering vanity,

makes for a rough conversation.

I'm not vain.

I'm simply aware that I'm usually

the most striking individual

in any sort of company,

and the present is not excluded.

Holy wow.

Is he for real?

Yeah, of course I'm real.

What do you expect me to be?

Some sort of ghost?

Is she a halfwit?

I really don't like him.

Go home, Lir.

You can't just steal the Scepter

and go gallivanting

around Albion with it.

The elders are furious.

The elders won't listen.

What are we supposed to do,

sit around doing nothing?

Something's going on, Lir, I know it.

Where are the Foragers?

Some simply got lost.

Foragers don't get lost.

What are you saying?

I don't know.

We're going to find the Abbess.

The Abbess?

You two seek out the Sorceress?

- Are you scared?

- No.

Wait, yes.

Why the change?

I suddenly realized

I can't let you go alone.

- No.

- Yes.

- No!

- Yes, I'm afraid so.

No, I can see you're upset,

but I'm coming with you.

I'd like you both to think

about how awful I feel

about being so inappropriately

dressed for such a quest.

Stay out of my way.

Don't you say anything.

How's the view back there,

my brave knight?

Truthfully?

This has always been your best angle.

You totally like him.

You don't know what

you're talking about.

It's obvious.

He's really cute,

though I'm starting to think

honesty is seriously overrated.

You're out of your depth here, Evie.

I no more fancy him than a baby bird

fancies a disease-ridden

tick on its neck.

Did you just call yourself a baby bird?

Enough on the subject!

That's why you're mean to him.

You're trying to flirt.

You're completely...

Tyris!

The foragers.

They're turning!

It's only been three days

and they're turning!

Now do you believe me?

Does this look like they just got lost?

What could have done this?

They're killing our foragers

to starve us out.

The Milesians will answer for this.

We have to leave.

We cannot be exposed at night.

Two fled on horseback.

West.

Both female.

Shallow hoof-prints.

That is no place for our kind.

Milesians?

Men whose deeds should

remain in the shadow.

Move!

Another cave?

Dag Dia says the passage to

the lair of the Abbess lies within,

just beneath the eyes of judgment.

The eyes of judgment?

Seriously?

I think we'll camp inside

the mouth of the cave,

move forward in the morning.

Oh, thank the gods.

Scared?

What if a bat flew into my hair, huh?

Think about that for the moment.

So you used to be in charge

of protecting the Scepter?

I was. I am.

I protected it from scratches,

from water marks, sun damage.

Sun damage?

You live underground.

There was a spider once.

If you knew all that I was capable of.

What are you doing?

Guys.

Evie!

Any eyes, painted or carved.

Not the slightest sign

of any sort of doorway

or anything man-made.

I'm going to tear out my hair.

Please don't.

You would look hideous bald.

You have a very strange shaped head.

She's correct.

If this indeed was the hiding

place of the Abbess,

seems like she's moved on.

She's left us behind.

I'm telling you, there were

no eyes painted or carved,

judging or otherwise.

Um, guys...

I am Eriu of the Danaan.

I wish to pass through the portal.

Move back.

It won't work with you here.

There's no way

those were the magic words.

Maybe it needs to be

a riddle or something.

Abracadabra.

Alakazam!

Open sesame?

What? Those are really

powerful words in my world.

Mm-hmm.

As I was saying, only Danaan

can pass through the portal.

Any ideas?

He's never been inside.

He doesn't know the ritual

or the ceremony it takes.

Ceremony?

Give me the Scepter.

Give me your hand.

Come on.

Ow!

Oh, you...

Oh, look.

Maybe it needs to be a love scene.

Maybe the wall needs proven Danaan love.

Come on here.

Maybe that's what the dream was saying.

What dream?

What are you talking about?

Come on, Lir.

Come on! Wake up!

I'm fine. It's just that...

- Now take his other hand in yours.

- No.

- Take his other hand in yours.

- No.

Look, whatever notion you have

of me and this featherbrain...

Scared of the truth?

I'm not afraid of anything.

Ooh, wow!

True love.

I'll cut out your tongue.

Walk.

Thank you, Evie.

Couldn't have done this

without you, Evie.

You're so clever.

I can hear you.

We have to have

weapons ready when they come.

No wedding, no king!

There's not going to be a wedding,

because we're going to destroy

every last one of them.

We have to have weapons

ready when they come.

Do we just knock?

I wouldn't.

- Who are you?

- Hi, Dag Dia.

How do you know Dag Dia?

Everyone knows Dag Dia, stupid.

No wedding, no king!

We're trying to find the Abbess.

Yeah, we're trying to find the Abbess.

Can you help us?

Okay.

They can never agree on anything.

No more yelling!

I can't concentrate!

I have to understand this

before they come

or I won't understand it when they come.

Do you not understand this?

Listen to me!

We have to have weapons ready

when they come.

For the last time, how many are coming?

We only have so many saucers and spoons.

Saucers and spoons.

Saucers and spoons.

Hello?

These roguish kings

had better be handsome,

for I do not intend to wed a goblin.

There's not going to be a wedding

because we're going to destroy

every last one of them.

A wedding? No one said

anything about a wedding.

We only have so many saucers and spoons!

Hello?

I think I'll have you

be the priest at my wedding.

You look priest-ish.

No wedding, no king!

No saucers, no spoons!

They've come.

Where is my king?

Will he not come for me?

Where is your hidden army, girl?

We're just looking for the Abbess.

What do you think?

It's nearly done.

- Do not try and fool me.

- Nope, not yet!

I'll send him a box of your fingers

- as proof of our might.

- Disgusting.

I can't figure this out.

The book says there is a truth

beyond what our eyes see.

The truth is that one must often

surrender before one can win.

I'm sorry, I don't know either.

This book is nonsense!

Surrender in order to win?

If we followed that,

we'd all be living in dungeons.

Now from which way will they attack?

Tell me.

Tell me now!

I don't know.

By the gods, unhand those ladies,

you multifarious hags!

- The enemy!

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