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together, a band of gold or silver or dream . . .
    A commotion behind her had her whirling around with a squeak.
    Soilléir and Rùnach were falling over each other to get inside the room. She watched them pick themselves up off the floor, then simply stand there and gape at her. She frowned.
    â€œWhat?” she asked.
    Soilléir looked as if he’d just been in a windstorm. Rùnach looked equally as disheveled. That obviously wasn’t because of any piece of weather outside else she wouldn’t have had sunlight to create with.
    â€œWhat did you change?” Soilléir wheezed.
    She suppressed the urge to scratch her head. “Change?”
    Soilléir and Rùnach both looked as if they needed to find somewhere to sit very soon. Rùnach wound up being a shoulder for Soilléir to lean on. Soilléir struggled for breath for a moment or two, then looked at his support.
    â€œI didn’t teach her that.”
    â€œWell, don’t bloody look at me,” Rùnach said. “
I
didn’t give her any of your spells.”
    Soilléir bent his head and laughed. Aisling thought that perhaps what they needed wasn’t a chair but a brisk slap or two to bring them back to their senses.
    â€œWhat are you talking about?” she demanded.
    Soilléir pointed to a place behind her. She looked over her shoulder at the wheel that was shimmering there in the air. It was, she had to admit, a spectacular piece of work. It needed a base, but she supposed that could be made. The fact that it was simply hanging there in mid-air was a bit disconcerting, but she thought she might do best to simply add it to the list of other things that had unsettled her. She looked back at Soilléir.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œWhere did that come from?” he asked.
    â€œI found a spell in a dream,” she said. “And I made that out of sunlight.”
    Soilléir leaned over with his hands on his thighs, apparently trying to decide if he should laugh or continue to try to breathe. Aisling looked at Rùnach.
    â€œWhat’s amiss with him?”
    Rùnach patted Soilléir rather too firmly on the back, almost sending him toppling over, then walked over to her. He reached out and touched the flywheel, giving it a gentle spin. He watched it for a moment or two, then looked at her.
    â€œHe’s coming to grips with what it’s like to have a dreamspinner in his grandfather’s hall.”
    Aisling suppressed the urge to go find her own chair. “Why?”
    Rùnach was smiling, looking equal parts amused and slightly unnerved. “Because that, my love, was a spell of essence changing you just used.”
    â€œIt was just a spell,” she protested. “I found it in a dream. As I said.”
    â€œAye, in
my
dream,” Soilléir said, apparently deciding on a laugh. “Good heavens, woman, you poached one of my spells out of my
dreams
.”
    â€œJust recompense for your being so old that you need a nap in the afternoon,” Rùnach said with a snort.
    â€œI have the feeling I’m going to soon need another one to make up for the first.”
    Aisling would have wrapped her arms around herself but she found she didn’t need to. Rùnach had done the honors, pulling her close and giving her shelter she couldn’t deny she desperately needed.
    But she didn’t miss the look he and Soilléir had exchanged.
    â€œWhat?” she said, finding she was trembling.
    â€œShe’s going to need a rest, Rùnach,” Soilléir said quietly.
    â€œAm I?” Aisling asked, finding that her teeth were chattering.
    â€œAisling, my dear girl, not only did you just use an immensely powerful spell, you filched it out of my damned head. You ought to go sit in the corner just for that alone.”
    She winced. “I didn’t mean to.”
    Soilléir shook his head, smiling. “I’m vexing you about it unnecessarily. I am