Song of the Sea Page #5

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Do-le-mon...

Do, do-le-mon...

Dooo-le...

Ah! Now then, what is it?

Do-la-mon, a-pena

pwee Do-la-mon, manuela

Oh!

How do you know that song?

My mother taught it to me.

And who are you, human child?

I'm nobody.

Nobody?

I mean, I'm Ben.

I'm looking for my sister.

I lost her down here.

Hmm.

Look at that.

I could do with a little

more light. Could you?

So good to see you again,

my little sulcha.

Holy moly!

Whoa!

Who are you?

I told you, I'm Ben.

I'm just down here

looking for my sister.

Oh, yes. That's right.

Forgive me, I have no memory,

except for what is in

these hairs, you see.

Whoa!

Is all of this

growing out of you?

It seems to be.

Are you the Great Seanachai?

Urn...

Yes. Yes!

Whoa!

I am the Great Seanachai!

I'd almost forgotten.

My mum told me

stories about you.

Careful, lad.

You could snap a hair,

you'll lose

the story of me forever.

Whoa!

Whoa, each hair holds a story?

Does it?

Oh, that's right.

That's right.

Show us one here

and let's have a look.

Now, let's see...

This is Mac Lir, the great giant.

His heart was broken into pieces

by a great, great tragedy.

Such was his anguish

that he cried a whole ocean.

Higher and higher, it rose

until we were all sure

to drown in his tears.

I know this.

Macha sent her owls

to take his suffering away.

And he was turned to stone.

That's right.

A sad story by

anyone's estimations.

I've seen Macha's owls use those

jars to turn

the fairies to stone.

And now they're after my sister.

Can you help me?

No.

But...

Well, you see now...

I wouldn't have a clue

about human children.

Why? I only know

about my own kind.

But I think she is your kind.

Or partly anyway. The fairies

said she was a selkie.

Ooh!

Whoa!

What did you say?

A selkie? Really?

Yeah, they were

talking about a coat

and a song and

now I've lost her.

Something is wrong.

They've just been woken

and are already fading?

Oh!

Why?

The sulcha and the selkie,

all of us are connected.

This is not good.

Something must've

happened to her.

That's what I'm trying to say.

I lost her down here.

Did the selkie have

her coat with her?

No, it's at home.

My dad took it.

Blasted humans!

They don't have a clue.

You must get the coat back to her.

Do you hear me?

But I don't know where she is.

Hold on a moment, laddie.

Very few hairs still grow because

very few of us are left.

But the selkie's,

hers still grows.

Hmm.

That's her.

That's when I lost her.

Let's see what happens then.

What's wrong?

Macha has her now.

She'll be turned to

stone soon, no doubt.

You see, without her coat,

the selkie has no voice.

And without her song,

she'll not last the night.

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