5
December, 2015
Edinburgh, Scotland
Caine stood at the top of Arthur’s Seat looking past the dark green and yellow of the blooming gorse of Holyrood Park into Edinburgh below. The sharp tang of salt air mingled with the oily trace of car exhaust. He frowned at the smog layering the city with a thick haze.
It took only sixty years to change from that idyllic summer morning to this dreary winter day. More change was coming now and he loved it. He looked skyward as if he could somehow see limned against the dark blue of the Scottish highland sky the old Celtic gods—Llyr, god of the sea, and Math, god of wisdom. Do you remember me brothers? He thought also of Dwyn, god of mischief, lord of change.
The dark buzz of his phone shook Caine. The sudden appearance of smart phones reminded him
