Bodicea was bleeding. And as she had no flesh to speak of, she had to conclude that it was her soul that was wounded.
But she had bled before, both heart and soul, and she feared no one on this Earth or beyond it.
She stood her ground, clutching her long spear in both hands, as the Faeries reached the clearing. Despite the clinging darkness all around, each of them seemed cloaked in moonbeams. They were possessed of a terrible beauty. This thought made Bodicea smile. The same had been said of her for long centuries.
"Hold, handmaidens of Faerie!" Bodicea commanded, spear at the ready, her gaze taking in all five of them in one sweep.
Godda's ladies-in-waiting were fierce-eyed and when they bared their teeth as they did now, they resembled monsters more than women, like the sirens and gorgons of ancient myth. Yet they still paused and regarded Bodicea carefully.
