The Offer


The summer god did not stare at the stag's horn root sitting on the small table that separated him from the hag. It had to be a ruse. His followers were long gone and his name was but a whisper on the lips of man.

Cern looked into the eyes of the winter witch and saw no artifice, no deception. 

"The cost?" he asked.

"Allow me to rule for three more months. After that you will have a willing sacrifice who can endure your ceremony," the now grey haired woman offered.

"Endure. Not survive?, Cern asked in a derisive tone.

"Well, survival is not up to me but there is always a chance," the witch suggested as her wrinkled hand reached for the smooth black granite tea cup.

"And you?", Cern asked.

"I will go quietly and without complaint. As long as I can oversee the ceremony," Beira said as she watched for Cern's reaction.

Cern scoffed, "Oversee it? You mean sabotage it." Cern crossed his well muscled arms over his wide chest. He truly was the god of summer. Robust, strong, heated and captivating. His sharp green eyes assessing the now bent old crone sitting across from him.

"No, dear Cern, if you agree to this bargain I will handfast," Beira said in her commanding motherly voice.

Still feeling skeptical Cern mulled over the idea. Why would Beira help him with an offering? They were opposites. In an eternal battle. But what did he have to lose? After all a new god now ruled the hearts of man and his kind were just vague stories to be told when men were sitting around the fire telling tales.

Cern sighed as he bargained, "I need more than a handfast."

"You may use my forest and my island," the old woman said like she was offering him a plate of tea cookies.

Cern raised his eyebrows at her proposal. If Beira decided to renege or betray him, he could strike at the heart of her power and wound her deeply.

Still hesistant, Cern asked, "The sacrifice will be from this land?"

"Yes, from one of the old clans," Beira said with a small smile. She knew she had him.

"And they will be willing?"

Now Beira smiled a open, gap-toothed smile at him.

"Their need will be great and their sacrifice will secure their family's safety."

Cern thought about Beira's offer. To once again have a supplicant, someone devoted completely to him was....enticing. But Beira was a crafty old witch. Just like the winter she embodied she could turn on you. A clear warm morning could easily turn into a harsh snowstorm by night. Then again, she was willing to handfast and let him use her lands.

Cern smiled to himself. To have a sacrifice, from the old clans, someone who had the spirit of the land in their soul. It was too good to pass up.

"Agreed," answered Cern.

Beira extended her hand and a dagger towards Cern. 

"Please do the honors, dear Cern."

Cern smiled for real and took the razor sharp dagger from the old woman.

"With pleasure my dear."

To be continued

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