C A T H Á N

Sir Cathán  ||  24  || An Irish Knight

[grandprincessmarina-blog]

“Oh, of course. I should have known, I’m sorry.”

[knight-cathan-blog]

“Is it my voice that gives me away, m’lady?” Cathán asked with a small snicker. 

[princessofcandia-blog]

“As am I.” Caterina spoke. She looked away from the knight, her eyes squinting from the bright sunlight. “I arrived less than a fortnight ago, I suppose I should know my way.” she said absentmindedly. She subtly tugged her cloak closer to her body, the cold was far more brutal here than it was in Candia, where the temperatures rarely dropped too much during the winter months.

[knight-cathan-blog]

Cathán’s eyes trailed over the woman. It was true that he did not know his way, but he was morally called to help someone in need -- even if he was unsure how. A fortnight in these foreign lands was one week longer than he had been there, after all -- if anything, she could probably help him. But that was not the way things worked. 

“Perhaps we can find our way together?” he said. “I am S--,” but he cut off. Here in Russia, that title most likely meant nothing; in fact, to him, that title meant nothing even in Ireland as it was something he felt he no longer deserved. “Cathán. My name is Cathán.”

[knight-cathan-blog]

“My apologies -- I am not from these parts. Perhaps there is another whom you can ask for assistance...?”