Brian nestled down in the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. The wind still rattled the windows and water still dripped into a plastic bucket beside the bed. But as he listened to Brendan's story, he felt the real world fade away. He saw the sorcerer's castle in his mind, the deep forest. He saw Riddoc's tiny cottage near the sea. Though he'd been born in Ireland, he remembered nothing of that country. But he could feel it pulsing through his body now.

"The old sorcerer sighed. Macha was too tenderhearted to ever wield great power. But Riddoc knew that Macha was kind and generous and sympathetic to those less fortunate. There was one final question that Riddoc decided to give to the daughters. 'You may ask me one question,' he said. 'A question that you want answered more than any other.' They pondered their choices for a long time. 'Will I be the most powerful sorceress in Ireland?' Maighdlin asked. 'Will I ever find true love?' Macha asked. This proved what Riddoc already knew-Macha had a pure heart. He turned to the sorcerer. 'You must give Macha your power,' he said."

"This is so mushy," Sean said. "I s'pose now Riddoc is going to kiss her and they'll fall in love and get married."

"Not yet," Brendan said. "Because before the sorcerer died, Maighdlin took Macha deep into the forest and left her there, certain that she'd be devoured by wolves or starve to death."

"Did she die?" Sean asked.

"No. For Riddoc knew that Maighdlin would try something evil. He watched over Macha and followed the girls wherever they went. And he rescued Macha from the forest. He took her back to the castle and told the sorcerer of Maighdlin's evil deed. It was only then that the sorcerer knew the answer to his question. Now he could die peacefully. And so Macha became a sorceress. And Riddoc her most trusted advisor."