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CHAPTER XXXIV

LIR

Lir started toward Niamh’s threshold, reaching for the handle when the door swung open. A small rabbit appeared in the doorway, shivering as it peered up and met eyes with the Sidhe King. Between its paws, it carried the Goblet of Lore.

Lir’s stomach catapulted into his throat. Dread making his bones cold.

“ Mo Damh Bán ,” the rabbit chirped, offering Niamh the Goblet for safekeeping as it spoke. “I have some bad news.”

“What is it?” Lir said, already in a bad temper.

“It concerns the sorceress, mo Damh Bán ,” the rabbit said.

“What’s happened?” he asked, Niamh stepping behind him to understand the conversation well.

The rabbit dithered, eyes darting back and forth.

“She’s been taken, mo Damh Bán .”