Afar, along the wrath-wracked sea,
A wizarding clan there may dwell,
None seems to know. Hesperides, they say.
More ancient than England's eldest line.
They greeted the Cruithne, of the Circinn, Fotla Cait and Ce they will regale;
and built the brochs and crannogs
And tell of the time when the Great Ice left.
They tell of the hunt of Airlann and the taking of the great segh,
And of other things they would tell.
They are perhaps somewhat feared and shunned, although the wizareds of England would not tell so; they are rather dismissed, as a primitive clan, although with magic of great power. There is no attraction to them from outside. Perhaps it is their magic which would have it so.
They send no teachers, but curiously, they send their children who have no magic to work at the universities and schools in England.
To be continued.
A wizarding clan there may dwell,
None seems to know. Hesperides, they say.
More ancient than England's eldest line.
They greeted the Cruithne, of the Circinn, Fotla Cait and Ce they will regale;
and built the brochs and crannogs
And tell of the time when the Great Ice left.
They tell of the hunt of Airlann and the taking of the great segh,
And of other things they would tell.
They are perhaps somewhat feared and shunned, although the wizareds of England would not tell so; they are rather dismissed, as a primitive clan, although with magic of great power. There is no attraction to them from outside. Perhaps it is their magic which would have it so.
They send no teachers, but curiously, they send their children who have no magic to work at the universities and schools in England.
To be continued.
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