The women bustled down to the forest shortly after 11. Gwen had filled her stomach with breakfast, trying her best to quell her godmother's sudden nervousness. She knew that Beorc had filled Minerva in on more than she would tell her own daughter. Whatever information she had it made the older woman jumpy and highly protective of her new charge. While Gwen wasn't bothered that her mother hadn't told her the whole truth (she never did anyway) she was really just longing to know what she was really up against. If she knew right from the get-go that the death eaters had put a price on her head at least she could prepare in advance.

At the edge of the forest Minerva waved good bye. She knew Gwen to be capable enough to survive within the forest, she had a wand and somehow she felt that her great-grandmother might be protecting her whenever she entered.

Gwen covered the forest terrain at an amazing speed. She knew exactly where she wanted to be. Within no time she was at the mound, stepping down and in the presence of her great-grandmother once again. This time she had company.

A tall fey looking man with a bright smile and a short, chubby fey woman with dark hair stood next to her great-grandmother deep in conversation. They hardly noticed that a child no older than 17 years had entered their presence. When they did turn to see her, Gwen bowed low as she felt she was in the presence of someone great.

The couple bowed in return and exited through the back wall.

"How do they do that?" Gwen asked.

Gemma smiled. "That is a secret of the mound that you will learn when you join us."

"I had a vision that needs some clarifying." Gwen said, the terror of the strange king touching her oddly close to the surface. All of her dreams were bubbling just under her skin, waiting for a good moment to spring upon her and torment her with strange memories.

"Ah, the cloudy vision of the young. You look haunted."

"I feel haunted. I think I visited the unsellie court."

"The unsellie?" Gemma looked ruffled. "And what were you doing there?"

"It was in the vision. I was almost dead but the Stag King revived me."

"Oberon?"

"Oberon, Cernaunos, The Fool, Stag King. Whatever you like to call him. He saved my life."

There was a long moment when neither woman made a move to say anything.

Finally Gemma spoke. "It is strange that the unsellie court would take an interest in you. You are not their kind. I will think on it and I will let you know if I discover anything. I'll find an owl to send to you so that you don't have to bungle around in the forest again. There is something unsafe in the air and I don't trust you to be out here, even in the daylight."

Gwen nodded. "One more thing."

"Of course."

"What is my fey name?"

"Agropyron Repens."

Gwen recoiled from the very sound of it. Gemma laughed at her reaction. "The king knew you would feel that way, but it really just stands for Beauvois or Witchgrass."

"Beauvois is fine thank you." She said.

"Then Beauvois you shall be. But remember you must never reveal this name to anyone."

"Pinky swear." Gwen smiled, grasping her great-grandmother's pinky finger in her own and shaking hands.

She exited the woods with newfound peace of mind. While her vision still unsettled her she was comfortable with her new name. Beauvois, the Witchgrass. McGonagall raised her eyebrow in question, but decided not to ask as they headed back to the school together. The calm, serene appearance of Gwen's smile quieted all her worries for the time being.

To be continued in Episode Thirty Eight