celtic lore

beneath a clasp of twisted roots she lay, reverent in her silence and beauty, and lasher stepped near her, though not so close that he would disturb her worship. his own eyes fell upon the tree; he felt the whispers of the souls roundabout them, and he too lowered his head to proffer prayers to this blessed place, and whatever had led him here, and the woman also. taltos did not seek to ply her with words; he settled himself some feet away, lowering down to his haunches, and slipping into a half-dream of his natal glen.