Seachd: The Inaccessible Pinnacle Page #2

on the hands that struck

A thousand curses...

Don't you ever open this again!

It will only tell you

what it wants you to hear.

You will never open it again.

Now go and sleep!

We have a lot to do tomorrow.

Get in the box!

My name is Ciara Ghunnach.

A thousand curses

on the eyes that saw

A thousand curses

on the ears that heard

Ciara, stop!

A thousand curses

on the hands that struck

A thousand curses

on the eyes that saw

A thousand curses

on the ears that heard

You have to stop!

God of the sky, God of the deep,

open the door and let her in!

That's it, then.

I can see I'll need

to find a new apprentice.

Where shall I go?

Home!

Go home!

Father?

But you said he died!

I did not.

I said they couldn't save him.

You know, the soldiers had

already entered the house and...

We're back!

Oh, you've reappeared, Angie!

Come on! We'll put on the kettle

for a cup of tea.

Magic. Real magic!

A thousand curses

on the eyes that saw

A thousand curses

on the ears that heard

A thousand curses

on the eyes that saw

A thousand curses

on the ears that heard

- A thousand...

- What are you doing?

Nothing!

How far did you get?

Far enough!

What did he do to you?

He just told me another one

of his stupid stories.

They're not stupid stories.

What about the crimson snowdrop?

- He's not a thousand years old!

- But you heard his heart beating.

I did not!

His stories come from a book. I saw it!

He keeps it locked in a drawer

with Daddy's gloves.

Check this out!

Donnchadh, you're not doing that right!

- It's Aonghas's fault, he's too weak!

- I am not!

- Weakling!

- Say that again!

Stop that, or I'll throw both of you

into the sea!

No you wouldn't.

Trust me, Aonghas, I would.

You're just PlayStation sailors, anyway.

I thought we'd get out

to the shipwreck today.

The shipwreck?

The wreck from the Spanish Armada.

My friend's been to Tenerife.

"My friend's been to Tenerife. "

Tenerife isn't in Spain!

It belongs to Spain, idiot!

She went there on a boat.

I'm not talking about little tourist boats,

but great ships with sails and tall masts.

Many of them never made it back

to Spain, poor souls!

But there was a ship...

Ach, you don't want to hear about that!

We do!

Well, the ship sinking

wasn't quite the start of the story.

There was a man,

a proud and hungry man.

He was a MacDonald,

exiled to a remote island,

an island that even the fish didn't go near.

An island with no way to escape.

Now he could have eaten the Spaniard,

but he spied something much tastier.

Ship's biscuits!

Bos'un, take that man's name!

What did you do that for, animal?

The pudding, give me the pudding!

Maracas?

What are you on about, barbarian?

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