Chapter 14
The Wrath of LirWhat little daylight there had been as they made ready to leave had turned to near darkness before the boats had lost sight of the land and the storm was upon them. Rain lashed the Britons in stinging torrents driven by a gale that whipped the waves into a frenzy about them. The seafarers had the barest shelter and could do little other than surrender themselves to the torment and try to endure. Beneath the boats, an angry sea rose and fell as mountainous waves pounded the vessels. It flung them around as if one of the Gods was toying with them like a child playing with straw boats, raising them to the heavens and then, with little warning, dropping them back down, the deck falling out from beneath the warriors' feet leaving them floundering, to hold on as they
