The path leaps up to meet my feet as I return to the holdings of Clan Cumhaill. Every step feels lighter with recognition of familiar surroundings. I could dance the rest of the way! When the tidy thatched roof of the Elphin Inn comes into view, my heart swells with joy.

The wayward child
Wild wandering bard
Hard pressed to settle
Nettle rose of thorn
I return once more
Core of my Art
Part love, part war
Far I will roam
Home always waits
Mates of kith and kin
In Cumhaill pride
Tied through blood and bound
Around the family tree
We flourish in our passion
Flash of sword or imbas bright
Fight or feast, battle or song,
Strong hands, bold hearts!

The door of the Inn swings open as I step to the threhold. Out comes a darkhaired man with a pitcher of ale in his hand. He looks angry and in a hurry but he nods politely to me as he sweeps past to the stables. I wonder briefly about him, then the pleasant aroma of bread and stew draw me inside.

At first Katlyne doesn't recognize me nor does Cathal. She smiles a welcome as she would to any traveler. I throw back my hood and hold my arms out to her, laughing. "Don't you know me, my dear? It's Rona, come home from her wanderings!"