“Close your eyes, girl,” said the voice of Maolsechlan, quiet but commanding. “What was following us?” Erilee asked in reply. A pause. She searched around with her hands, trying to judge what it was that blocked her. Whatever it was, it was big, solid and smooth.
“If you would see again, girl, close your eyes. There will be plenty of time for explanations later.” Maolsechlan was insistent, and strangely impatient. The urgency in his voice spoke volumes to anyone who would have known how to listen, but in her reasoning, Erilee believed her question to be more important, despite his urgings. It was only when a light so fierce erupted in a silent roar from absolutely everywhere that she barely shielded her eyes. There was no pain, but she had never seen a light so bright. The sun was a mere
