“It is not my custom to let it be known who I might be,” said Lugh, “or who I might not be. You seem quite certain of yourself. Let’s assume you are correct and, assuming it, go forward quietly.”
“So you admit. . .”
“If asked, I am Finn, as you can see. But I will not have it said that Oatey is a liar. She is guiltless.”
“She is NOT guiltless, nor is she guiless.” Huffed the Norfolk, “What that girl is, beyond doubt, is trouble.”
Lugh laughed at that, and then laughed the louder when the man turned purple with pent anger, “Indeed, it’s good to know that on at least that we agree.”
The man glanced around conspiratorially, “So you see our dilemma. There is no doubting her power, or her popularity among the young and, might I add, the foolish. This can only lead to trouble. Trouble bigger than one fourteen foot giant I should think as well.”
“Are you the girl’s father?” asked Lugh.
“NO!” barked the man, then quieter, “No, her parents are gone, both of them.”
“. . . and you want me to steer the girl. Away from giants? Away from here?”
The man seemed to ooze slime as he smiled at Lugh, “You and I are men of the world, Finn, if you like. Surely one so experienced can guide her away from these troubling matters and leave our folk in peace.”
“What of these giants? Isn’t this a service she supplies? I can only imagine what a creature like that monster would have done if she had not lured it to its death. She claims that these giants can be shrewd, that they have allies.”
“Aye, that she pretends to be one of these Giant wives to lure them, she says. You know a woman is the wife to one man, but what if this giant was not her mate? Fine, she lures him to his death. What if she is the wife of a far worse giant? Maybe she has roused him already and uses us to kill off his rivals. What if she betrays us? The giants sleep until she rouses them. Let them sleep I say. Let them sleep and we will all live a more peaceful life.
“I see, I will think on this, but how much I will not say. Can I take seriously this, whispered in my ear by a man I’ve never before met, nor even know his name?”
“As you say, Finn.” said the Norfolk, “Then I will tell you, my name is Martel Jones, Chief of the Oakwood Sidhe, and First Speaker of the Conclave of Elders.”