She hesitated for only a moment before reaching inside the bag. The next wand was even warmer than the first, like a fresh burned bannock hot against her palm.
"Place it below the Heather wand," he said, "but don't turn it over yet." He cleared his throat and then, swiveled around sharply as if something had caught his attention.
He shrugged and then turned back to face her. "Now take out the last one and place it to the left, face down again. That wand is your past."
With all the wands retrieved, Geileis relaxed against her chair as he turned over the Present wand. It was marked with dark lines, one horizontal and four lines set vertical below it like a table with four legs.
"Ash," he said, simply. "Should come as no surprise to you." He leaned across the table. "It is your present state of affairs you know."
"I see," she said though she did not see at all.
"The ash is the tree-sign for change, transformation, and melding your own reality to your own ends."
So it was true. She could change things if she must. "But that's exactly—"
She broke off. "That's why I'm here. All I need is to make Arguis see how important I am to him. I can do that. I know I can. Oh Druid, you're wonderful!"
He held up a hand, halting her next words. "That's not how I see it.
She slumped back, deflated.
"The ash is also linked to a lack of control, the strength to let things run their course if you will. You may be merely a pawn to certain events that will happen whether you want them to or not. Drawing the sign of faith in the present tense means there is nothing you can do to change things."
"But you said—"
"I said, this wand would tell you what you wanted to know. You want to know if your husband loves you. He does ... or he doesn't. Either way, you cannot change it."
"Oh that's a lot of help."
He swiveled his finger between the wands. "Energy and potency can also reflect procreation."
"Procreation?" She placed a tentative hand on her stomach, covering her empty womb."If Arguis gets me with child, " she said, shy, "you mean it will connect us eternally."
The Druid frowned. "We haven't determined it be him yet but aye, maybe."
"Of course it is. Isn't that what we're trying to see here? And what about that one?" She pointed to the wand of her past.
He turned the wand over revealing the sign of hawthorn, a long horizontal line with a vertical one projecting from its center. She reached out to touch it but then drew the hand back quickly. It was searing to touch, hot as a burning flame. She stared at the wand, confused. Had she imagined it?
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