As they entered the palace the next morning, and people began their preparation for the day, Devorgill introduced Tethra properly to her father. “A worthy warrior for my daughter,” said king Magach. “I approve, for I have heard of your bravery.”

“Sir” said Tethra, “I did intend to ask for a blessing from you, my King.”

“You had it when she told me it was you that was rescuing Caer Omaith,” he laughed. “I would like very much to stay and talk but I am afraid we have too much to do, for I fear we will be attacked again very soon.”

Tethra nodded and bowed. “It is I who should bow to you, Tethra” the King said. “But I’ll do it another time.”

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Now the celebrations were over, they were no longer in their royal clothes. Tethra looked at Devorgill. She was silent and thoughtful. Caer Omaith came over to her. “Are you okay?” she asked. Devorgill smiled faintly. “I will be when we don’t have a war on the day we are married.” “We will celebrate properly when this war is over and peace comes again, sister,” replied Caer Omaith, grinning and hugging Devorgill. Devorgill smiled and hugged her back, they spun around, giggling excitedly. A strange sight from two women dressed in battle armour.

They sat and had a refreshing breakfast. Tethra told Caer Omaith where he had come from. About his friend Tuatha, son of King Ailell, how he was on a quest which had been prophesied by Rhiannon the seer, the oldest woman in Athlethan and first of the Elders of Riangbra. A quest that would save the whole Land. When Caer Omaith heard his name, her heart pounded. Maybe was this who she was destined to meet and marry? She pictured a man wandering through unknown lands and she was not far from the truth.