Stuart and Sue’s Hebridean adventure continues…
*
Given that, by all accounts, the Way-Stone
was capable of getting us to the morn,
we wasted no time in putting the question…
*
And were met with a road length peal of laughter,
quite light and silvery it was considering it had come from a stone.
*
“You didn’t really think it would be that easy did you?” she laughed.
“It was worth a try,” said Wen.
“This is the Isle of Skye,” continued the Way-Stone, “Albion’s noblest warriors
were once trained here.”
“Oh!” said Wen.
“Nothing is given on Skye without a fight!”
“Ah!” said Wen, “Does that include your information for us?”
“A battle of wits,” said the Way-Stone.
“A riddle!”
“Un-riddle me this,” she said, “turn the road-side broad side to pitch-your-ride.”
Then she fell silent and would not say another word.
*
“I want to go home.”
“I want to get to Callanish,” said…
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