Song of the Sea Page #4

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to the outside world. Go!

I'd like to sing some more.

Ah. Go on so.

Do-la-mon,

a-pena pwee, Do-la-mon...

There's a bus.

Quick, Saoirse.

I just saw real fairies.

Course you did. Sure

haven't I been ferrying

a lot of witches

and goblins around.

Where are you going?

Can you take us there?

Uh... Well, let me see now...

I can take you as

far as Clonmellon.

You might have to wait

for one or two hours,

then get the feeder bus, but

that only runs in the mornings.

Ah, sure. You know, you'll

get there eventually.

Okay, two tickets, please.

Those stories that Mum

told me, they're all true.

Are you really a...

...selkie?

Oh, genie mackerel.

What are you doing?

We're on the bus!

I'm getting us home.

You should've said if you

wanted to get off the bus!

This is not

an official stop, you know.

Bleedin' trick or treaters.

Great, just great.

Now what do we do?

Oh, right, let's follow

the magical lights.

That's much safer

than being on a bus.

Some of these could be fairies

turned to stone, like the

ones in the roundabout.

There he is.

Stop. Those lights

drew the fairies

to us and maybe the owls, too.

Don't play the shell

anymore, it's too dangerous.

I can get us home using my map.

Just you wait and see.

This is the way, I know it.

We're not lost, no way.

If we find a better spot, I might

be able to see the mountains.

Then I'll know the right way.

We're not lost.

What did I say

about playing that?

If those owls come back, I'm

going to let them take you.

What's that?

Don't let it be Macha.

Please, don't let it be Macha.

Saoirse, get down.

Whoa-how.!

Cu!

Come here, boy, come here!

Okay, okay, get off me.

Oh, Cu, you found us.

Wait, if Cu found us here and he's

come all this way on his own,

he can surely get us back home.

Take us home, Cu.

We've a long way

to go, you know.

What's happening to you?

Look, the mountains!

We can't keep going like this.

It'll be dry there.

Giddy-up, Cu. Come on.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Come on, get on my back.

Oh, no, stinging nettles.

Keep your legs up, Saoirse.

These plants sting pretty bad.

Ow!

Ahh!

Stupid nettles.

I'm just after getting you

out of the rain, you know.

Dock leaves!

Good thinking, Saoirse.

That feels way better.

Thanks.

I drew this holy well on my map,

I knew it.

We're on the right track.

There'd better not

be any snot on it.

When the rain stops,

we can get going again.

Hmm. Maybe we can

take a short cut.

Saoirse?

Saoirse!

Come up, come up!

She's not coming up.

I can't. I can't do it,

I just can't do it.

I can't.

No, no, no, no!

Ahhh!

Saoirse!

Cu!

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay.

Saoirse!

Saoirse.

Do-le-mon, do le...

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