![]() ![]() ![]() She could feel her heart pounding with fear. The cry escalated into a terrifying scream. Its mouth opened wide to emit a soul-piercing wail. Its translucent limbs moved slowly, drifting up to the moon’s bright light. In front of her astonished eyes the shrouded being glided forward, long strands of silver hair floating behind it. The unearthly specter quivered, its pale arms raised in a gesture of grief. The figure stood forlornly by the lapping water of the lake’s rocky edge, and then began to wail in a chanting, plaintive moan, Dead. It appeared to be a heavily veiled woman. Suddenly, a dense mist rose up from the water. It helped them to conjure up enchantments-spells used to control and interfere in the lives of ordinary mortals. Legend said the daione sidhe, the fairies, used the small arbor to create a magic ring of power. ![]() Their leaves rustled noisily in the wind. She noticed a small cluster of white beech trees lit by the moon’s pale light. She looked down the green slope to the water. It was dangerous, believed to be magical and powerful. This eastern red wind, the Irish said, was capable of blasting trees and skinning flesh off men. A sudden gust of cold wind blew across the lake below, rippling its dark waters. Peering out, she tried to locate the cause of that heartrending cry. Heart pounding, she slipped out of bed and opened wide the wood shutters. Bracing herself, she sat up, pulling back the heavy gold bed curtains." The sound of a high-pitched scream had startled her out of a deep slumber. ![]()
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