Queen Aisling, the wife of Nuada was dead. Killed by Prince Itet, the eldest and perhaps the least deserving of all of the children of the Queen of Air and Darkness.
The light of evening had begun to fade over the Fortunate Island. Noting that I had already accomplished a great deal of State correspondence that was pressing, I had but one last letter to write. I’faith, I confess, it was a letter that I was both looking forward to and dreading at the same time. I lit a single candle in my room and pulled a fresh piece of my stationery from the writing desk.
To His Divine Majesty, Nuada
There are no words sufficient that can adequately express my deep and heartfelt sadness and condolences for the terrible loss of Your Queen, Aisling. She was well known to Us and We consider her to be as Our Kin. I am deeply sorry for your loss. I can only offer this, an inadequate and what must seem to be a very small consolation to you.
This missive has been delivered to you by Gabriel himself, who is mostly, yet not completely healed of his wounds. He and my own apprentice, Cliodhna, spent a great deal of time pleading their case before me that he must be allowed to return to aid you once more in this conflict. It was only with great deal of thought and with deep reservations that I have allowed Gabriel to leave the Fortunate Island at all. I wish that I could be the one to return with him myself, however, I cannot leave my people, especially now that war has been declared. I will send whatever aid and assistance that you have need and as much as I am able to, my Lord. There is no need to tell you that I would ever wish it to be more than what it is. Word has come that the covetous eyes of the Unseelie are on the Fortunate Island even now. The lesser Sidhe princes among the Unseelie and in particular, Prince Tjeled have still not chosen a side in this conflict. I do not know what I could do, if anything, to convince him.
My thoughts and prayers are with you. May the great Goddess, and especially our Dannan ancestors guide us all in these hours and days ahead.
Your steadfast ally and friend,
With trembling hands I blotted the paper and folded it carefully. I lifted the sealing wax to the candle to heat it and dripped it upon the fold of the letter, affixing my seal to it. With a soft prayer I went to Gabriel’s room myself. Other than Gabriel, I was determined no other hands would touch it until at last it was placed into the hands of Nuada Himself.