The Mirror of the Shamaness

Eithne looked out to sea. A thick fog was rolling in, slowly, moving closer and closer; above it the air was clear, in front of it blue calm water, but within the fog were shapes twisting and turning, green shapes; the Green Ghosts of Rhodri using the mist to transport themselves out into the real world from the burial island of Cappaill. She let out a shriek which brought her accolyte druidesses running.

“Look to the Green Ghosts of Rhodri.”

There was a gasp from the white clad women.

“Bring branches from the Rowan and set them alight. The young women heaped the Rowan branches on the shore;

“Bring fire.”

One ran to the hut fire and brought a blazing brand.

Soon all along the shore the darker smoke from the small bonfires rose to meet the white mist with its twisting green shapes.

“They must not cross,” shouted Eithne, “bring more branches. The bonfires roared and crackled, the young women growing high on the aromatic smoke.

But the mist kept advancing.

“Bring from the sacred Yew,” shouted Eithne.

Branches were brought. The bonfires brightened as the volatile oils sprang into life.

Hot air rose pulling in a wind from the land.

The mist hesitated, then withdrew - the green shapes faded with it.

Eithne collapsed there on the beach.

Unknown to her, the tribe had been watching this trial of power from above the storm beach.

The Green Ghosts of Rhodri were

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: alastair macleod
Bildmaterialien: alastair macleod ; "Eye of the Priestess " Igor Kolos. Photo purchased from Dreamstime royalty free photos
Lektorat: alastair macleod
Übersetzung: cover typeset in classical
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 08.07.2015
ISBN: 978-3-7396-0413-8

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