“Like the Rebel Son gave man tools and fire,” suggested Eileen.
“I suppose,” Benjamin looked unconvinced. “Can you really see magic in everything?”
“Everything,” said Thomas. “It’s in all of you and in the horses and the grass and the trees and lines of it circle the earth”
“Lines of magic?” George’s head swivelled on his shoulders, his eyes scanning the woods. “Where?”
“Over there,” Thomas pointed back into the circle. He could barely see them himself, now, only a faint haze in the air. “At night, they’re beautiful.”
“Are they?”
“Aye.” Thomas’s voice grew softer. “And so is the light around you, my friend. You and Henry and Benjamin and Eileen and all living things. It’s stunning.”
“You sound like you’ve had a revelation,” said Benjamin.
“I guess I have.”
“Has it brought you clos
