"When old Gonar, the high priest, looked on the face of the most finely dressed one-she who called herself Atalanta-he cried out that she was sacred to the moon god-that the symbol was upon her breast, though none but he could, see. So he sent her, with the other, Marcia, to the Isle of Altars, in the Shetlands, in a long boat the Scots lent him, with fifteen warriors. The girl Atalanta is the daughter of a British nobleman and she will be acceptable in the eyes of Golka of the moon."

"How long since they departed for the Shetlands?" asked Cormac, as the Pict showed signs of making a quarrel of it.

"Three weeks; the night of the Nuptials of the Moon is not yet. But you said I lied-"

"Drink and forget it," growled a warrior, thrusting a brimming goblet at him. The Pict seized it with both hands and thrust his face into the liquor, guzzling ravenously, while the liquid slopped down on his bare chest. Cormac rose from his bench. He had learned all he wished to know, and he believed the Scots were too drunk to notice his casual departure from the hut. Outside it might be a different matter to get past the wall. But no sooner had he risen than another was on his feet. Sigrel, the renegade Viking, came around the table toward him.

"What, Partha," he said maliciously, "is your thirst so soon satisfied?"

Suddenly he thrust out a hand and pushed back the Gael's helmet from his brows. Cormac angrily struck his hand away, and Sigrel leaped back with a yell of ferocious triumph.

"Eochaidh! Men of Caledonia! A thief and a liar is among you!"

The drunken warriors gaped stupidly.

"This is Cormac an Cliuin," shouted Sigrel, reaching for his sword, "Cormac Mac Art, comrade of Wulfhere the Viking!

Cormac moved with the volcanic quickness of a wounded tiger. Steel flashed in the flickering torchlight and Sigrel's head rolled grinning beneath the feet of the astonished revelers. A single bound carried the reiver to the door and he vanished while the Scots were struggling to their feet, roaring bewilderedly and tugging at their swords.



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