Chapter 99

Cathal trusted his instincts as few men did. He couldn't explain or answer why when asked. There was a force and an energy that existed that he could rely and depend on. It wasn't whimsical or arbitrary; the energy was pure, honest and powerful. He felt it as a man feels pain or love - you can sense it, feel it, know it is there, but cannot expound on. To the Irish fili it was self-belief and an undeniable faith he trusted.

As dawn broke over Ridgley Manor, Cathal stood at the stone wall surrounding the manor house and looked skyward. Circling crows were perplexing, their agitation unusual, and he felt the knot of anxiousness begin in the pit of his stomach. Without a second thought he turned from the crows and sensing urgency, returned to the stables where he slept and fetched his bag, extracting a small leather pouch from inside.