“That’s better.” Jock was clear now, watching me through his deep eyes, with the hazel flecks more prominent than before.
“How did you know?” I asked.
“I’ve been there,” Jock said. “Many years ago. Far too many years ago.” When he smiled, I saw the wisdom of age in his eyes, although he did not look any older than thirty. “If you want to escape, you have to fight, as you did.”
“I thought of the sea,” I said.
“Nobody can control the sea,” Jock said. “Not even the Sidh.” He was fading away, his voice faint and his figure merging with the rejuvenated colours.
Suddenly, I did not wish to expel the music. I wanted to remain here forever and lose myself in the beauty. I could see shapes in the colours and hear words in the music. I could see movement; I could hear the grass growing and feel
