The sun slowly sets, falling below the treetops, shining amber across the popup village, illuminating the walls gold. The feast continues into the night as a super-moon climbs higher in the southward sky. The sounds of drunken adults replace children"s laughter. The air fills with a smell of smoke from the dying flames of the cooking quarters, embers still crackling. These sounds are overpowered by music and dancing. Everyone makes the most of the remaining brightness of this perfect mild evening. But the camp music can"t escape the hum of a larger Ceili within the fort. The exclusive feast for the royal clans of Eiru.
The large stone hall with its low thatch roof is alive with voices and music. The walls are decorated sparingly with carved wood and fabric. The room"s centrepiece is a roa
