‘When I am rested...’ he told himself. ‘When I have slept...’
He drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
And then it seemed to him that he had become part of the mist that formed with the night, winding like a ghost among other ghosts through the valleys and over the meres, drawn by some unseen force to lie at the foot of Callanish hill. And there — without limbs to move or tongue to call — he saw her walking the long avenue in the pale light just before dawn, the Stones clear of the mist, shining and powerful. Her back was straight — her eyes clear. She was clad in a long cloak that flowed like silver water behind her. Stars gleamed from her midnight hair.
With her were others, men and women, young children, babes in arms... all following a tall figure in a long and flowing cloak of f
